milkshake boy | dokyeom

• nine •

seokmin was already waiting for me outside the bright mcdonald's, lighting up the dark.

he had a black hoodie on, hood pulled over his head and tightened, making only his face visible.

he looked tired, bags under his eyes, but still gorgeous.

it was freezing, yet he was still wearing his grey shorts.

i could still see his leg muscles in the dark.

"you don't have to pay." i attempted to convince the kind boy.

"but i want to treat you."
his voice was raspy and deep. hot.