Missing You › kim mingyu

Seven

"Mark, I don't know what to do."

"What happened? Did you message him already?" he asked.

"Yeah, but he won't stop bothering me," I said as I sip the coffee that I was holding.

"Why don't you block him?"

"I blocked him but he will have a new number."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to track his number?"

"Right now?"

"Later, if you gets home."

"I'll try, the last time I did this was 3 years ago."

"Because of your crazy ex," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, sure. You know me well," he shrugged and continued eating a slice of cake.

"Please, I believe in you," I gave him a smile.

"Since you're my best friend, sure I'll do anything," he said and ruffles my hair.

I slapped his hand.

"Can you please stop, I'm not a dog," I glared at him.

"Pardon," he laughed.

"Well fuck you," I kicked his leg.

"So you're hurting me?" he raised an eyebrow at me.

"I'm sorry for everything," I gave him a smile.

"Good, so I have to go now."

"Why? It's too early."

"So that I can do this already."

"Oh, okay. Take care."

"I know," then he stood up and went to his car.

Then he left so fast. I hope that we can find him. Who ever is the mastermind of all of these things, might pay on what he had ruined. He said that I might like him if I meet him. That is a big no.

I love Mingyu, more than anyone else.

To be continued. . . . . .