𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 ー 방탄

i. I Need You

It's been four years since we broke up. We both separated and led new lives. You were known as Gloss, then rose to fame by the name of Suga. But to me, you will always be Min Yoongi. And I will always be supporting you-- from the distance this time.

I stepped inside the cafe, and the sweet smell of milk and coffee immediately welcomed me. The door swished to a close and the soft jingle of bells resonated within the area.

The seat located at the side near the window panes beckoned me. I sat down and proceeded to watch different people with different lives pass by. This became my daily morning routine, and when I realized it, I never bothered to stop.

"What would you like to order, miss?" one of the waiters approached my table with a notepad in his clutches, he smiled at me with a sense of familiarity.

"The usual, please," I answered, politely beaming.

He dipped his head in complete understanding and began scribbling down notes, "One caramel macchiato coming right up."

My attention was pulled away from him by the sound of a person's voice. His voice.

I looked up and saw the television on, revealing a music awards show. It showed seven handsome and classy young men onstage, and one of them leaned closer to the microphone so that he could start his speech.

My eyes were glued to him. Min Yoongi.

Yoongi sharply inhaled, it was one of his habits before he speaks his mind. He never changed that part of him, huh.

"Oh wow," he smiled, just with a breath, his fans automatically screamed before letting him continue, "Thank you so much to ARMY for giving us this award. We'll keep working hard and make you guys proud."

The audience roared, waving their ARMY bombs. Their light sticks shining brightly with the spotlight upon their idols, BTS.

Yoongi let out his iconic gummy smiles as he gazed at the trophy in his hands. I felt my chest tighten. Back then, I was one of the only few who can see that smile. Back then, that gaze would only land on me.

Now it's different.

"AAAAH, YOONGI!" the female students at the other table gushed. "That's my boyfriend guys, don't steal." one of them said, her head held high.

"And that's my ex," I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes at them.

The clinking of bells could be heard again when another customer entered the cafe. A huge grin could be seen on both of our faces once we saw each other. It was my best friend, Jiwoo.

"I knew I'd find you here." she sighed, sitting beside me.

"What do you mean by that?" I tilted my head sideways.

Jiwoo squinted her eyes at me, seemingly about to criticize, "Don't try your 'i-have-no-idea-what-you're-talking-about' trick on me, young lady. I know why you keep going to this place."

She hesitated for a bit before she continued, "This is where Yoongi introduced you to caramel macchiato, right?"

"So?" I crossed my arms, acting nonchalant, "I just like how their coffee tastes, that's all."

Jiwoo shook her head, disagreeing, "It's been four years, you idiot. Why are you still not over him?"

"I am! I'm doing great on my own! I've applied to a job I like, and I'm expecting good results! I have good friends, and I keep in contact with my family every now and then!" I spread my arms, trying to be convincing, "See? I'm completely fine without him--"