CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE ☞ Y. MIN

step 3: ice cubes

today was our twelve-year friendiverary so i proposed that we go out for milkshakes like old times. i planned it accordingly so we could get the holiday discount.

but you said you already had plans.

i asked if you forgot, hoping that you did because i knew it would've been better knowing you forgot rather than you scheduling something over our special date.

"no, i remembered."

what's happening to you, min yoongi? you always used to be the one to remind me about my lost keys or forgotten phone. how could you forget my deathly allergy to strawberries? why did you decide to book our day? 

it was one of the only days where i would get to spend time with you, alone. it was one of the only few days of the year that i had you all to myself for the entire day, an entire 24-hours. 

and the worst part was, you didn't even look me in the eye. you gave me a side glance and focused on the road for the most part. you looked like you were disgusted by me. 

"oh. well next year, i guess." i tried to laugh it off. i really did. but i could tell you knew it was fake. you knew how much our friendiversary meant to me. you knew, min yoongi. but you still decided to plan over it. 

i knew you heard my soft sobs too. i huddled against the door, hugging my knees. i looked into the passenger rearview mirror and saw my cheeks burning a peachy pink. i could tell you were getting aggravated with me by the way you scowled in the mirror. 

i tried to calm my hiccups but i couldn't fight the heavy waterfalls. i allowed myself to drift but i was never completely asleep.  

we pulled up at the front of my house and i cracked open my right eye a little. though you had fulfilled what you promised, which was taking me home after work, you didn't wake me up. 

you stared into space for a little bit then you turned to me. your face immediately softened.

i saw your hand raise hesitantly above my head. you began combing your fingers through my scalp, which felt nice. you smiled. you haven't smiled in a really long time, yoongi. is something wrong? are you working overtime? is that why you can't make it to our friendiversary?

if that's the case, i'm sorry for crying. i'm sorry for mentally shaming you. i didn't mean to. i know how work is extremely important to you. i'm sorry, yoongi.

"i'm sorry, jimin. i-" you slowly removed your hand as you sighed. but i caught your hand shaking as it left my head. what are you sorry about, min yoongi?