[Fanfic] Not just a passerby
Title: Not just a passerby
Pairing: Haehyuk
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Romance, Slice of life
Length: One-shot, 728 words
Summary: We passed by each other twice per day on average; but the both of us were always heading to conflicting ways laterally.
Note: Listening to this as a bgm is a little suggestion of mine n_n
We passed by each other twice per day on average. Each encounter did not last for more than an interval of five seconds. You were always gazing at the lake which seemed to have swallowed up the land horizontally. Your gazes were sometimes melancholic, sometimes nonchalant; sometimes euphoric, sometimes stolid - as if you were searching for something over the horizon, you did not invest - even a small portion - of your interest to the surroundings. You were always looking that particular direction, that direction which made me invisible within your visual.
The both of us were high school students, the both of us cycled to and fro school, the both of us were males, but the both of us were always heading to conflicting ways laterally. Maybe this was why; we were always bypassing each other. You pedaled every three times when your bicycle was slowing down, when you were running late for school, you pedaled non-stop. Sometimes you would be cycling single-handedly while eating your quick breakfast; sometimes you will be plucking on your earphones and dancing to the rhythm of the music with minimal actions. The morning sunlight pierced through your crimsoned glowing hair, adding more contrast between it and your fair-dainty skin.
When a gentle breeze wafted your scent over, the scent of the lavenders and the daffodils swelled up, blending in with your scent. It was like a perfume specially customised for you personally. A morning air that had your scent filled up acted as my oxygen for that particular five seconds. Occasionally, that was, if I was lucky enough, I would be able to listen to you murmuring to yourself. That soft-soothing but with a little hint of deep-masculine voice could be recorded inside my mind for I thought - about - eternally. That five second interval, I thought I had gone to a whole new world through a medium.
Along the way home in the evening would be a completely different story. The countdown of five seconds would not start until a pre-countdown of three seconds. My cue always went along with your pedaling - the peculiar thing about sixty second builds up a minute did not seem to exist anymore - my predictions were always accurate though. After your third pedal, our front wheels met alongside with each other.
One.
Handlebars aligned side by side.
Two.
Our bodies.
Three.
We pedaled once.
Four.
The back wheels were bidding goodbyes.
Five.
One more pedal and the entire body of our bicycles were exposed.
Maybe you had pedaled for five times by that time already - I thought - but we stopped, probably at the same time. Ah, this smell - I breathed. I had always been sensitive to certain smells. The smell of the rain was diminishing the scent of the flowers. The both of us tilted our heads up. One drop. Two drops. Three, and four, and five drops of rain accelerated down; the intensity was increasing. I took up an umbrella from my backpack and intended to open it. But - I thought it had become one of my common senses - I turned and looked for you. You were stationary at a particular spot, with the seat of your bicycle placed in between your lower limbs, feet standing stably on the ground.
I turned and pedaled twice - it was about our distance - and again, my predictions were never wrong when it comes to pedaling. I halted with a light brake beside you.
“Do you know how to cycle single-handedly?” It was a form of courtesy to ask - even if I knew it all well - I did not want to be apparent like a stalker.
“Uh…”
I opened my umbrella and grabbed the handle with my left hand.
“On the count of three, we will start pedaling.” I smiled, putting on some oblivion to your hesitation. “One, two, three.” We started pedaling, with the umbrella which was supported by my right hand, and your left hand. You did not have to be peculiar about our speed and our timing; my predictions would always bring my pace variant to yours, and they were never wrong.
We passed by each other twice per day on average. We passed by each other approximately seven-hundred and thirty times a year. For the past three years, we had been crossing by each other two-thousand, one-hundred and ninety times. But from now onwards, we won’t have to go conflicting ways anymore.
Pairing: Haehyuk
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Romance, Slice of life
Length: One-shot, 728 words
Summary: We passed by each other twice per day on average; but the both of us were always heading to conflicting ways laterally.
Note: Listening to this as a bgm is a little suggestion of mine n_n
We passed by each other twice per day on average. Each encounter did not last for more than an interval of five seconds. You were always gazing at the lake which seemed to have swallowed up the land horizontally. Your gazes were sometimes melancholic, sometimes nonchalant; sometimes euphoric, sometimes stolid - as if you were searching for something over the horizon, you did not invest - even a small portion - of your interest to the surroundings. You were always looking that particular direction, that direction which made me invisible within your visual.
The both of us were high school students, the both of us cycled to and fro school, the both of us were males, but the both of us were always heading to conflicting ways laterally. Maybe this was why; we were always bypassing each other. You pedaled every three times when your bicycle was slowing down, when you were running late for school, you pedaled non-stop. Sometimes you would be cycling single-handedly while eating your quick breakfast; sometimes you will be plucking on your earphones and dancing to the rhythm of the music with minimal actions. The morning sunlight pierced through your crimsoned glowing hair, adding more contrast between it and your fair-dainty skin.
When a gentle breeze wafted your scent over, the scent of the lavenders and the daffodils swelled up, blending in with your scent. It was like a perfume specially customised for you personally. A morning air that had your scent filled up acted as my oxygen for that particular five seconds. Occasionally, that was, if I was lucky enough, I would be able to listen to you murmuring to yourself. That soft-soothing but with a little hint of deep-masculine voice could be recorded inside my mind for I thought - about - eternally. That five second interval, I thought I had gone to a whole new world through a medium.
Along the way home in the evening would be a completely different story. The countdown of five seconds would not start until a pre-countdown of three seconds. My cue always went along with your pedaling - the peculiar thing about sixty second builds up a minute did not seem to exist anymore - my predictions were always accurate though. After your third pedal, our front wheels met alongside with each other.
One.
Handlebars aligned side by side.
Two.
Our bodies.
Three.
We pedaled once.
Four.
The back wheels were bidding goodbyes.
Five.
One more pedal and the entire body of our bicycles were exposed.
Maybe you had pedaled for five times by that time already - I thought - but we stopped, probably at the same time. Ah, this smell - I breathed. I had always been sensitive to certain smells. The smell of the rain was diminishing the scent of the flowers. The both of us tilted our heads up. One drop. Two drops. Three, and four, and five drops of rain accelerated down; the intensity was increasing. I took up an umbrella from my backpack and intended to open it. But - I thought it had become one of my common senses - I turned and looked for you. You were stationary at a particular spot, with the seat of your bicycle placed in between your lower limbs, feet standing stably on the ground.
I turned and pedaled twice - it was about our distance - and again, my predictions were never wrong when it comes to pedaling. I halted with a light brake beside you.
“Do you know how to cycle single-handedly?” It was a form of courtesy to ask - even if I knew it all well - I did not want to be apparent like a stalker.
“Uh…”
I opened my umbrella and grabbed the handle with my left hand.
“On the count of three, we will start pedaling.” I smiled, putting on some oblivion to your hesitation. “One, two, three.” We started pedaling, with the umbrella which was supported by my right hand, and your left hand. You did not have to be peculiar about our speed and our timing; my predictions would always bring my pace variant to yours, and they were never wrong.
We passed by each other twice per day on average. We passed by each other approximately seven-hundred and thirty times a year. For the past three years, we had been crossing by each other two-thousand, one-hundred and ninety times. But from now onwards, we won’t have to go conflicting ways anymore.