latte || pjm ✔️

12

jimin manages to arrive to the house first. he expected minah to be there but she wasn't

her things are still here. so she couldn't have gone so soon, right?

he stayed on the couch, with his face buried on his palms. he tries to think of a way to make minah stay but his mind was too blurry to even think

he tried calling her multiple times but she doesn't answer, as expected

he figured he'd just wait for her to arrive. he respected that she needed to be left alone, considering how much happened today, or at least how much it affected her.

but he wondered, is this all my fault?

if he never made her happy the day she got her phone back, then he wouldn't have grown so attached, she wouldn't have to work at the cafe, she wouldn't have to meet yoongi's sister, again.

but she accepted the job offer?

no she didn't have a choice, she was new.

but what if this is all because i liked her from the start?

jimin face palmed himself, thinking that he couldn't have just kept his gay streak to avoid all this

he felt like regretting times they've spent together. he felt like all her pain was because of him.

he felt like a burden to her.

the door swings open, revealing minah who had tear stains on her face

jimin stands up as soon as he heard the door. they both stare for a moment, not quite the awkward stare. but the stare that made both of their hearts shatter to little pieces.

a lone tear flows down minah's cheek, seeing the broken-heartedness of the boy through his eyes

but she quickly wipes it away and storms past him. he follows behind the girl who was grabbing her belongings and stuffing them all in one bag

"minah.." he mumbles quietly

she remained quiet

"minah im—" he stops for a moment.

he sniffs around the air. he notices that it had a certain smell.

a toxic smell.

"minah have you been smoking?" jimin lowers his tone, making minah's spine quiver

"no" she said bluntly

but jimin wasn't buying it, he knows it just had to be cigarettes.

he scans around her clothes, trying to find an unfamiliar shape stuck to it. he eventually notices a small box in her a coat pocket

he snatches the box from her, making minah turn back and release fumes

"give that back!" jimin doesn't bother listening to her. he eyes the box as his free hand stops her from going any further

he opens the box, shocked to see it was already half empty

"minah how long have you been smoking?" his eyes soften even more, making minah lower her head but still ignore him