twenty one.
lather, rinse, repeat“And would you believe the guy? I can’t believe I let him talk me taking his evening shift so he can go frolic off with his girlfriend.”
Taking my hand in his, I let Daehyun lead me into the convenience store, seating me somewhere behind the register as he dug through counters for what seemed like hours. And the whole time, never once did he allow the silence to fall. It wasn’t that he was forcing me to talk; on the contrary, it was him doing all the talking. It felt nice, listening to him talk, even if I hadn’t a clue what he was even blabbing about.
I hadn’t been ready at all when he popped back in front of me, shoving a plastic container of banana milk in my face, “Here, drink.” Don’t tell me this was what he’d been searching for this whole time.
“I left my wallet.”
I didn’t even have to pat my back pocket to know that. Upon coming face to Jiyeon, I’d high tailed it out there, not once looking back. Jaebum had called for me, or so my mind wanted to think, but I left him; I wasn’t ready for him to tell me the truth to my face. I wasn’t ready to be told I was just a toy for him to play with until he bore of me.
So in a sense, I’d prolonged our little screwed up relationship, even if by just a desperate few more hours, but the inevitable was coming. I knew it was.
“Don’t worry about it,” Daehyun chuckled, pressing the drink into my palms before moving around the counter to take a seat beside me, opening his own bottle to take a sip, “the date’s passed anyways; it’s free.”
“Expired?”
He laughed, poking fun at the pitch of my voice, “Only by a few minutes! You won’t die!”
He seemed to find my dismay funny, as he continued to laugh, nudging me with his elbow. I hit him, and he deserved each punch I gave to his arm. The little bastard. If it hadn’t been for the soft chime of the front door opening, alerting us of a late night customer, I would have murdered him then and there.
With him escaping to ring up the register, I sighed, toying with the milk placed in my hands.
November twenty third.
He’d lied; the milk hadn’t expired yet after all.
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