I AM MIN YOONGI

The street is busy with hundreds of people crossing the road.

I am one of the crowds.

I dress in all black because black is my colour.

Black is dark and empty.

Black is me.

Among the hundred pairs of eyes, I get mine on one pair.

He stares blankly into spaces and then to me.

I turn my heels and walk away.

Away from that same pair of eyes.

The look of drowsiness in his eyes stabs me.

Not only for today but also for the past weeks.

I enter the shop.

The smell of caffeine and warmth come to my nose.

Caffeine,

my kind of drugs.

“Venti coffee.”

I say my usual order.

“Name sir?” – Barista

“Min Yoongi.”

It’s rainy.

The drops of rain fall on the window.

I’m not focusing on the race of the raindrops.

My eyes dart at the person across the street.

Wet in rain, the same man from before stands alone.

Why is he here again?