jimin's perfect lips wrap around his straw as he sips on his starbucks, iced caramel macchiato while i sip on my bubble tea, from kung fu tea.
"how's modeling?" i ask.
"good." jimin says, too busy on his phone.
"um.. i've been practicing a lot for my audition for jyp." i say.
"oh, cool." jimin says.
"maybe one day, we can dance together." i say.
"i'm not into that stuff." jimin says.
jimin used to be that boyfriend where as he hugged you and said, "i'm so proud of you, babyboy! i hope you succeed and make it! i can't wait until you become a celebrity! good luck." but ever since he started modeling now, he's always on his phone on our small dates.
"jesus.. christ." jimin says, covering his mouth.
"what?" i say.
"look!" jimin says as he shows me his phone,
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"i'm going to be modeling with him!" jimin says.
"oh.. that's nice." i say.
"damn! i'd tap that." jimin says.
"jimin?" i say.
"yes?" jimin says.
"do you still think of me as your boyfriend?" i say.
"yes, why?" jimin says.
"why would you say those words in front of me?" i say.
