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three: denial pt.1

"If you're looking for me to hate you, Park Jimin, you're going to have to try harder than that."

To say that those words stuck in his brain was an understatement.

They were imprinted there. Firmly, painfully imprinted. And it threw Jimin way off course, so much that it was so, so obvious to Namjoon, but unfortunately for Namjoon his friend was obstinately insisting nothing was wrong. But, Namjoon trusted if things got bad enough, and that if he really wanted the help, Jimin would go to him.

But in the meantime Jimin silently suffered the constant replaying of those words.

This was even worse than what the pastel boy had said to him before, that time when Jimin had pushed him against the wall and dug his nails into the boy's cheeks. Though that wasn't to say that still didn't bother him. Because it did. It definitely did.

Just...everything about the pastel boy bothered him.

The next Saturday Jimin walked to The Golden Spoon alone early in the morning, scowling every step of the way as he kept his head facing down, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket as always. It was windy today. Extra windy, extra chilly. Jimin always hated the cold - rather, he hated being outdoors in the cold. He didn't mind it as much when he was inside where it was warm, or where he could sit down with a nice, delicious hot beverage to balance out the chills still bouncing around in his body. And right now, that was exactly what he was going to do.

But again, his morning would be a bit of a disappointment if he'd have to order his Wake-up Call without cream and sugar.

He was in luck. Entering the coffeeshop, Jimin took a brief scan around and found that only several customers were here at the moment. None of them were students from his school, and none of them paid any mind to Jimin. So Jimin approached the counter to make his order.

"Ah, Park Jimin, back again~"

Of course Taehyung was working today.

"Not in the mood. You know what I want. Just shut up and make it. Extra cream and sugar."

Taking exact change out of his wallet and slapping it on the counter, Jimin stormed over to the receiving end and took out his phone to kill time as he waited. Same scene Taehyung was used to, except even the barista, who only shared brief interactions with the boy, could tell something was off about Jimin today.

He finished preparing the drink and carried it carefully over to where he handed it to Jimin. And Jimin promptly turned away and went to claim a seat in the small booth on the far end of the coffeeshop. There, he sat down and took a moment to hold his head in his hands before taking the first sip of his drink. Taehyung saw that out of the corner of eye right before he greeted his next customer. He smiled, took their order, then prepared it, bringing it over to the receiving end of the counter where the customer picked it up, thanked him, and left.

Meanwhile Jimin was continuing to brood over his Wake-up Call, having taken off the lid so that it could cool faster. It was scalding hot right now, and had he the energy, Jimin might have yelled out a complaint to Taehyung just for the sake of doing so. But he was too distracted.

"Something wrong with the coffee, Jimin?"

"Actually, yes, it's too hot-"

Jimin blinked. Taehyung was sitting across from him at the booth.

"What the f-..." Jerking his head back, Jimin narrowed his eyes at the boy whose expression was bright enough to blind him. He reminded Jimin of that redheaded kid from school. "What are you doin' here?? You're on your shift, aren't you??"