Milkshake || NAMJIN FF

Ch 2

Jin. The one he always saw as a happy person. The kind guy who sold milkshakes every Monday. Bringing joy to everyone. But no. The fond memories of buying from Jin faded from Namjoon's head. Everything became dark in his mind. Jin needed a therapist.

He avoided eye contact and ran all the way home. One thing was on his mind:
The gun.

The minute he entered his small house at the end of the road, he sprinted upstairs and ran to the drawer in his room. He whipped the gun out and cocked it, slowly holding it to his head.

"Do it, Namjoon," he said to himself, yet a thousand other different voices were whispering to him. Bad ones.

"Do it!" he yelled at himself. "No." he argued back to himself, throwing the gun down. "I'm gonna help Jin. I'm gonna stay for him. Then end this." He told himself, crying. He'd do this for Jin.

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Jin closed the door to the therapist's office. Taehyung had been no help, once again.

On the way out, a small child, around the age of six, approached him.
"Hewo.. uh, sir.. wat days do you sell milkshwake?"
This was Jungkook, one of Jin's favourite customers. A small kid with a bunny-like face and smile. Jin's heart melted as he smiled.

"Only Mondays. You came today, remember? Wait another week," Jin spoke softly and kindly, patting Jungkook's head. "Hurry to your mum, she's probably looking for you." He watched as Jungkook ran off, more like skipped, and giggled as he did.

That made Jin's day a little better, but not much. He drove slowly home, wondering about his life. Whether he should end it or not. Then he thought about Namjoon, his oldest, and favourite customer. He could stay alive for him.

Maybe, maybe not.

But he most certainly loved Namjoon.