Barista | y.m

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I stared at the flower petals in the toilet bowl, wiping saliva away from my mouth.

I thought I was losing my mind.

I'd read too deep into delusions and schizophrenic disorders.

It didn't cross my mind that the cause of petals was my unrequited love.

My phone vibrated on my bedside table.

I picked it up.

"Hey Joon."

"Hi Jimin! I just wanted to check up on you, you haven't been looking the best lately," said the voice on the other side of the phone.

"Excuse me!" I acted offended.

"Not what I meant. I meant you look a little sick. You always look good, but make sure to take care of yourself."

I couldn't fight the smile stretching across my face.

"I will," I promised.

"I have to go now, I'm going on a date with Jin!" Namjoon exclaimed.

He sounded so happy.

That was all I should want.

But I couldn't help wishing it was me on that date.

"Have fun. Bye Joon."

"Thanks kiddo, bye!"

'Kiddo'.

It was a fond term a father or older brother figure would use.

Ew.

I felt a burning sensation at the back of my throat and rushed into the bathroom.

Tears streamed from my eyes as I forced out white lily petals stained with spots of crimson blood.

It was as I lay my head on the toilet seat, that I felt the urge to dye my hair.

To try a new colour.

Maybe it would distract me from the sanity that was slowly seeping from my mind.

I stood up on shaky legs and rummaged past the various pill bottles in the bathroom cabinet, until I came across some blonde hair dye.

It must have been Hoseok's.

I took it into my bedroom.