DON’T PLAY ft. @fmchiwon
the music in the little convenience store is way too cheerful for a 2am run for snacks. rather, it puts her in a pissy mood. what was there so much to be happy for? she eyes the soju in the back. no. it’s probably not a good idea to get drunk. instead, she strolls over to to the junk food, hands itching for the chips. it echos in the back of her mind how she shouldn’t be out. she shouldn’t be binging at 2am in the first place. maybe, she’ll just settle her cravings with some chocolate milk.
exactly when she reaches for it, another hand meets hers. her instinct is to reel back, apologize with a rehearsed smile. it’s etched into her work demeanor. when her eyes roll over the hands and towards the owner, nina gets the shock of the year. she tries not to gasp, but her mouth falls open, backing up like she was burned. her hoodie falls off her head. immediately, she’s conscious of her image. shit, she’s only wearing a plain adidas tracksuit. why on all of the days, it has to be today.
has it been seven years?
that face brought back a time when she felt fine in her own skin, laughing was easier, and she liked learning new things. nina was still fresh, didn’t like hanging with the other teens because she hadn’t learned to make friends. she didn’t realize she was allowed to. staying was a foreign concept to her.
he looked well. grown up tall and fine — enough to tower over her as they both mimicked each other in movements.
“ you... ” her hands thuds the chocolate milk back onto the shelf, “ why are you here? ” all of a sudden, she wants to say. but there are some emotions that don’t reach her tongue.
