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{She’s learnt to let go}
Author: addiction-you
Genre: angst
Pairings: Kim Junsu, fictional character
Word count: 701 words
Kim Junsu pulled his cap lower over his head. He liked this cafe and its minimalistic style. He liked, as well, to gaze at the pictures around the cafe. They were all in black and white. But today, something else has captured his attention.
That girl with long dark brown hair tied into a pony tail was sitting at a table at the corner of the cafe. She had a cup of coffee among a scattered pile of papers. From the time he'd arrived, which was a little less than 3 hours ago, she had been highly absorbed in her work. he, on the other hand, was very absorbed in watching her. She had brown eyes and was rather thin. As if a gust of wind would cause her to take flight. She was wearing a purple shirt and a cropped white jacket, jeans and boots. "Jaejoong would like what she was wearing" he found himself thinking.
Suddenly the radio cackled to life. “This is a special report. There has been a short circuit at street 81. Traffic lights are not working; cars and pedestrians please take great care.”
Junsu wanted to curse. His car was somewhere on that street and he was stranded here unless he drove slowly instead of speeding along. "Oh well" he thought continuing to watch her.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
"하루에 열두번씩 전활걸어 확인하고
어쩌다 통화중일때면 괜한 의심으로
넌 또 메세질 남겨놔"
she talked for a while, ended the call and started packing her stuff.
Leaving a wad of cash at the table for tip, she got up and walked out of the cafe. Junsu found himself marvelling at how girls could walk on heels that high. Then he got up, left his tip on the table, and followed her out. He didn’t know why. Perhaps he was bored? Perhaps he'd wanted to leave too. But maybe, just maybe, he wanted to find out more about her.
She strolled along the darkened road completely absorbed in what she was reading. Junsu followed not far behind. She glanced at the traffic light. Green, and stepped on the road. A car's head lamps come into view. The driver glances at the traffic light. Green, he continues speeding along.
She was still blissfully reading her papers. There was only about 10 metres now between her and the car. Junsu broke into a run. 4 huge steps and he was right behind her. He spun her round and pulled her close to him. She tried pulling away but his strong arms held her in a vice like hold. She felt the wind whip behind her back, then saw the flash of silver as the car sped past. The pieces of paper were floating down from the sky lightly and scattered in puddles around them. Junsu let her go carefully.
Up close, her eyes were golden brown. He could smell her faint perfume
"thanks" she smiles.
Junsu decides there and then he does want to get to know her. He started to pick up her papers. They looked like drafts.
She starts to pick up her papers too, her brown hair flying in the wind.
"Do you need a ride?" he asks
She looks at him and contemplates for what seems like eternity. Time seems to stop as they cease collecting the scattered sheets. 'Like the scattered remains of her heart' she thought. She looks at Junsu and his shy smile. 'Why not?' she asks herself.
"Yes, thank you." she replies with a smile of her own. Pleased, Junsu continues recollecting her papers.
"No, it's okay" she says suddenly, much to the surprise of both of them. "They are soaked anyway." she continues and stands up. Junsu smiles and shows her where his car was. They walk towards it in comfortable silence, their hands barely touching.
Behind them , the words on the final draft fades as the water seeps through the paper.
"Please, it's been 6 months; I don't know how I survived. Come back." it read. She has learnt to let go.
A/N : the korean lyrics are from Wrong Number, DBSK 4th album, Mirotic.