Here you were, two years later.
I miss him.
I miss him so much.
Why can't I get over him?
"Ahem." A young lady, in her late 20s cleared her throat.
"Oh right, I apologize. What would you like to order?" Gosh, now I was daydreaming on the job...
"I'll have one white mocha frappucino and one caramel macchiato, please."
"Right away, ma'am; anything else?"
"No, that's all. Thank you."
You gave her change and turned towards the machines that made a constant humming noise. The machines you'd been around for a year now; life had become too bland. Without him.
You shook your head to get rid of the useless thoughts you were having. "One white mocha frappucino and one caramel macchiato!" You declare loudly.
Just as the young lady pushed her chair back, a handsome man walked through the door, clearly in a bit of a hurry.
Cling.
"Whoops." You bent down to pick up the bobby pin you dropped. You heard the distant sound of, "Sorry I'm late, I got held up at work."
Why does that voice sound so familiar, though?
You picked up your bobby pin, slid it into your apron's pocket.
And just as you turned around, something dropped in front of you the second time today.
You saw coffee all over the floor and the cups, now pretty much empty, rolled around.
Your eyes met the young man's and for the third time today, something dropped. Your heart.
"J-Jimin..." The look of shock was evident on both your faces. You stood there for a while before snapping out of it and realizing you needed to clean that up.
You ran towards the supply closet, quickly, to compose yourself and hopefully grab a mop.
Your steps were heavy as you walked towards the area and started cleaning up the mess, attempting to avoid Jimin's gaze.
How I missed those intense, dark eyes. Those eyes that were once reserved for me, started to wander to other women. When did I become not good enough?
You finished mopping and placed a wet floor sign on the area, just as employees for the next shift started filing in. Looking around, you didn't see Jimin.
Psssshh, he didn't even apologize. Typical fucking Park Jimin.
You clocked out and opened the back door only to be met with a bag with Chik-fil-A nuggets and large waffle fries held by small, but strong and capable hands.
"Sorry about that." Jimin said. It had been so long since you heard his velvety voice and it brought about a deep sense of nostalgia.
"Umm... no problem. I actually thought you had uh, left already." You bumble, rambled, and stuttered around him, feeling awkward and out of place. Your last goodbye hadn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows.
