whoa whoa whoa ☢
oh, if only, jiyeon would reminisce in a manner similar to someone overly dependent on hard drugs, if only they would have controlled these substances, i wouldn’t be quite as addicted. unlike the previous example, who would probably ponder over these thoughts when they were edging towards a dealer in a dodgy part of town, jiyeon would repeat this to herself as she made her way into a familiar coffee shop, the bitter smell of roasting beans wafting around into the warm air and making her feel at home.
to wrap her fingers around the warm cardboard cup and inhale the dark scent of the drink, without no milk and just a little dab of sugar to take off the edge, was a form of sweet relief so pleasant it made her mornings bearable. the rush of caffeine that still coursed through her veins when she drank her second or third cup nearer evening was what kept her eyes flickered open through the moonlight hours. what would the world be without coffee? that particular day, she had just intended to go and buy a cup and head back up to the comforting silence of her apartment.
hearing the buzz of a new text message, her hand delved into her pocket to retrieve the device and read. her eyes, one on the screen, one ensuring she didn’t trip over cracks in the pavement, did not see the small girl heading briskly in the opposite direction, and with a tumble when they collided, the scalding liquid erupted from the flimsy cup to soak the front of the both of them. only then did jiyeon look up from answering her fellow gang member through the text, to inspect the situation calmly. i’m drenched. so is she. fresh coffee can burn. and it stains. well, that’s a situation.Â
