CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE ☞ Y. MIN

step 6: grab a blender

you kept your promise and you picked me up at exactly 7. i'm glad you didn't forget about it. 

the car ride there was awkward. not the nice kind of awkward. just bad awkward. the only sound to ever really echo in our ears was the horn of the car behind us. we had stopped in front of a red light and you were looking straight ahead.

i never took my eyes off the window sill but in my peripheral vision,  i saw two things: your eyes burning through my rearview mirror and faint shades of green. i wanted to tell you that the light had changed. but i wanted you to know for yourself, that you were staring at me. 

the only time i really looked up was when you jolted in your seat as the car behind us honked. you kept on driving. 

we arrived at the diner. it didn't feel the same when the bell above the door jingled. it didn't feel the same when the usual waitress waved at us. neither did it feel the same when i slurped up my milkshake. 

i knew something was wrong, from the minute you pulled into my driveway. but now, something really was wrong. you hadn't touched your milkshake. it was chocolate. i asked why you didn't drink it and you said it made me happy. i didn't get it. 

then you said you just let me order whatever flavor i wanted. even though chocolate wasn't what you wanted. you wanted strawberry. 

"look, jimin-"

tears welled at the corners of my eyes. i've been waiting for this day. i've been wondering how long you'd last. i have always anticipated the day you'd leave just like everyone else. 

but before you could've said more, an actual strawberry of a human walked beside the table. his pink hair fell delicately over his eyes as his plump lips pulled into a soft smile. his eyes shone in the dimly-lit corner of the diner and his nose scrunched up when he looked at you. he was beautiful, absolutely perfect despite the poor angles of light. his beauty glistened from everywhere you looked. he was the definition of perfection.  

you knew him, he knew you. this much, i knew. 

"yoongi? what are you doing here?"

you didn't say anything. you looked over at me as if expecting an answer. but i didn't know him. you did. so what was i suppose to say?

"oh. hey, seokjin." you said, after an uncomfortably long silence. 

i looked down at my drink. it was practically melted already. i twirled by straw around the glass, tuning your conversation out because i assumed it didn't involve me. but i wish i did listen in because the next i knew you, you were kicking me out of the diner. 

"sorry, jimin. i can't drive you home. i have some work to catch up on with seokjin. i'll call jungkook to pick you up, okay?"

"okay."

it wasn't.

you owned me. you owned me, min yoongi. it was bad enough that you missed the official day but now you're saying you're leaving me? for work?

i know how important work is to you, but what about me? have you ever stopped to think what i wanted? do you even know me? 

you know i hate getting toyed with. you know i hate when people drag me on. tonight wasn't even a good night. i don't count this as a "make-up" friendiversary. tonight was horrible. i hope you know that you ruined everything. i wish i could say i hated you. but i don't. i can't.