Sipping on his latte, Seungyoon tasted the sweetness of the drink with a hint of bitterness as he feels the warm latte going down his throat. He used to detest the latte as it would always leave a bitter taste in his mouth. However, after drinking it a couple more times, he soon grew in love with it, and now he can’t spend his day without a dose of latte. The sun shone brightly into the shop, providing warm to his shivering hands which was getter colder due to the air conditioner. Seungyoon was spending his afternoon in the cozy cafe as usual, as it provides a sense of comfort to whatever he was feeling sad about. He lets his thoughts consume him, thinking about what happened earlier. 

    Seungyoon was heading back home from the supermarket after buying the groceries he needed for his breakfast as the fridge was empty. He wanted to ask his boyfriend, Mino, to help him, but to his disappointment, he went outside, leaving him the only one in the house. He huffed, as he was only halfway to the supermarket and his stomach was already growling, begging him to hurry up. Suddenly, he heard a familiar laughter, making him turn his head to the source. It was Mino and he was with a stranger that he never seen before. He was good looking, his smile making himself look even better and captivating. Mino was smiling at him, and they were laughing together like nothing else mattered to them. They were in their own world, looking like they were in cloud nine. Seungyoon felt his heart dropping, his mouth making a bigger frown than before as he stopped breathing. Millions of thoughts ran through his mind as he thought of all of the possibilities that could happen. Mino breaking up with him because he didn’t need him anymore. Mino didn’t love him after all. Mino no longer find him attractive. All these thoughts became too much for him to handle as he ran back home, without them noticing, so that he don’t have to see them smiling joyfully at each other anymore. 

    Once Seungyoon reach home, he drops the bags of groceries on the floor, panting for breath. His sight became blurry, making his surroundings look unclear and before he knew it, one teardrop escaped his eye and fell on the ground with a single plop. His chest tightened and he found it harder to breathe. The scene replayed in his head multiple times, and he had to rely on the wall for support. Deciding that a cup of latte would probably help him ease his mind, he went out once again, heading to the cafe