Milkshake || NAMJIN FF

Ch 1

"Ah, Namjoon... the usual? Chocolate milkshake?" Jin asked, smiling as he leant out of the milkshake van to take the money from Namjoon's hand.

He remembered my name, thought Namjoon, smiling sweetly as he was handed the tasty milkshake. This had been going on for years. Lonely Kim Namjoon, came every Milkshake Monday to the park, where kind Kim Seokjin would serve the best milkshake to the town kids and Namjoon. He'd be there, even in the worst of weather. Boiling hot, freezing cold, heavily raining. This was something Namjoon admired about Seokjin, or 'Jin' as everyone called him.

But today was different.

Namjoon stared into Jin's eyes after taking the milkshake, his big gay heart thumping quickly. A strange atmosphere loomed in the air as the line behind Namjoon began to complain with murmurs between each other about the 'idiot holding up the queue'.

Namjoon wouldn't admit necessarily being in love with Jin, but... admired him.

Little did he know about Jin's dark, dark world as he walked away thinking of him, sipping the milkshake straw contently.

-

After a long day of selling milkshake to little kids and Namjoon, his favourite customer, Jin shut the van window. He slumped onto his mini couch and sighed as the sky turned grey. Rain pattered onto the tinted window, as a tear rolled down Jin's face. His life was a dead end.

And he was soon to end it.

-

"So, Namjoon, how many times a day do you have these... episodes?" the therapist, Dr Kim Taehyung with his soft, deep tone and dark brown eyes.

"Three. I wake up. Cut. Eat breakfast. Cut. And I eat dinner at six..." Namjoon's voice trailed off as he gripped his hair and put his head in his hands. "I-It gets really bad..." Tears began to flow quickly from his eyes as he sniffled, trying to get his words out. "I keep nearly shooting myself every day with the gun in my drawer... I hold i-it to my head a-and... I stay like that... the trigger never gets p-pulled. But I want to do it."

Taehyung thought for a moment, jotting a few things down on his clipboard. "Take these. I need to think about how to help you. But take the gun out of your drawer and bury it somewhere, far away." He said, handing Namjoon some anti-depressants. Namjoon nodded and left. But something really damaged him as he walked past a certain person, who was entering the therapists' office.

Jin.