ALMOND MILK ✶ yeonbin

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yeonjun.

i think i recovered from yesterday.

 
i think.

 
i'm certainly a lot more calm now and my eyes aren't as red anymore, that's saying something.

 
beomgyu kept pestering me the whole yesterday. a thousand texts and missed calls later, i blocked him.

 
i know i still love him. i know i want him back.

 
but i also know that i don't need him anymore.

 
i'm moving on. period.

 
and besides, i have almond boy.

 
soobin.

 
yesterday was embarassing as hell. i mean, crying infront of the person you like while looking like a lunatic wasn't what i expected to be our first interaction.

 
speaking of the devil. or actually, an angel.

 
he heads straight for the refrigerator as always.

 
it got me thinking, why almond milk though? why not banana or strawberry milk? chocolate? or just regular plain old milk?

 
a sudden gasp and sound of glass shattering broke my train of thought.

 
i came running to the source of the sound straight away.

 
"oh f-fudge, i-i'm sorry. i'll help clean up, i'll pay for it right now." he says startled, putting his hand in his pocket.

 
"it's okay." i smiled.

 
"go grab another one, it's on me." i gestured to the fridge.

 
"that won't be necessary, i'd-"

 
"i insist. also, think of this as a thank you for yesterday,"

 
"soobin."

 
:)

 

hello thank you for the support to anyone who's still reading lol