Another (part 2)
Title: Another
Pairing: 2U
Rating: don't have an idea
Summary: Why is this? That's too selfish
Note: I quickly post it because I know I will very busy -.-
comments baby~~ ;D
Part 2
I am so proud to be here.
With you, on the dark silent room, in one bed, sharing warmness each other.
Well, not sharing warmness actually, but really, we’re on the same bed now.
Your back is facing me. And I can see the best sexy back in my life.
I hope you stir your body, looking at me, and hug me like a romantic couple do on their first time. You know, just like a Bruno Mars’s song.
But, no, you’re not doing that.
Instead, you’re sleep with your back facing at me; let me drown by my own silly imagination.
I easily cry, don’t you know that?
I feel so happy because you’re my first and extremely sad because you don’t love me back.
Never love me back
So, slowly I hug you and close my eyes, feeling your body into me for the last time.
Maybe.
***
“Open it,” you say to me with your handsome smile as always. Hey, your smile always handsome, right?
So, I obey yours to open a mid-box that you give me.
A boots.
White color, expensive one.
“Don’t torture your foots with that old wrack boots again.”
“You don’t have to buy me this,” I feel so honor to get these stuff.
“You don’t like my present?”
I quickly shake my head.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just….”
You look at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence.
“It’s just…. I think I’m not good wearing this…”
“White really suits you,” you ruffle my hair and smile, “don’t be modest.”
I can’t see those eyes quite longer. It’s just too deep and beautiful. So I’m lowering my head and nodding.
“Wear it, okay?”
I nod again, just like woodpecker.
And I wear it, everyday.
***
You kiss me again.
Again and again until I can feel my lips being ripped away.
And your hands touch my naked skin, slowly, makes me drown with yours.
Our second is so much better than the first.
You treat me like a princess, tender and sweet. Not like the first one, you treat me like a pro-whore.
You keep asking me, “is it hurt?” or “can I go faster?”
Hell, just do it, I don’t mind.
Just go wild, go faster, I really don’t mind.
Because I only thinking of you now.
Only you, the one I love most.
“Come here,” you spread your arms and hug me, drown me with your warm body.
Today I feel so precious.
***
“Does the taste good?”
“Yeah, it’s the best coffee I’ve ever drank.”
“I know that, I often come here, you want order some more? I know the best dessert in here and you will like it.”
“Sure, Yunho.”
“Hey, you over there.”
Me-who is drying the plate and cup after wash it off with napkin-finally look at you.
I’m trying to not notice your presence, or at least not to notice a woman that you brought here 30 minutes ago. I know she is your wife. Beautiful wife. So adorable and damn beautiful, just like a princess in the fairytale.
And of course I’m no one.
“Yes, you there.”
You say that words again. Calling me just like a costumer to a waitress.
Costumer to a waitress.
Not a person to another person?
Or a lover? Remember, we make love twice.
I put the cup and the napkin on the counter then walk to their table.
“Two special garlic bread and... I want a bit France Cheese on it.”
I write it down on my note.
You ignore me.
Completely ignore me.
How cruel.
As you finish ordering, I mutter thank you and walk away from you and her.
Happy couple.
Makes me so envy and jealous.
Why I can't be a happy couple like you and her?
I just keep asking why.
“Yunho... listen... I’m... I’m sorry for-“
“You don’t have to say anything again, dear. It’s just a past.”
“But I was cheating on you! And I play on your back for a long time with your own best friend. I... I don’t know why I am do that while you give me the best love...”
“Sshh... don’t cry... it’s not really suiting you..”
“Yunho...”
“Yeah... I was angry. Was. And I’m not angry anymore. I know you cheated on me because I’m too busy with my work, completely forget that my beautiful wife need attention from me. I know it exactly. So, the one who actually have to apologize is... me.”
“...thank you...”
“Why you say thank you? Silly hahaha”
I heard that.
And I just want to deaf my ears for a while.
It’s too sweet. And I hate it.
I’m looking at you, laughing and wiping your wife’s tears off from her blossom cheeks.
And you’re looking at her, with a gaze that full of romantic love.
Slowly, you come closer to her, want to kiss her precious lips.
And I can’t do this anymore.
Before I can see the next action, I quickly turn my body and ran to the rest room. I can feel my hands accidentally snudge the cup on the counter with my elbow but I don’t care.
Arrive on the one of the sink, I’m crying.
It’s not just a silent tears like a man do, but I cry inordinately with a quite loud sob.
Why?
Why you do this to me?
It’s okay if you completely ignore me like the old days
But why do you bring your half here? Right in front of me?
What the hell are you thinking?
Is it because that you’re the healthy normal rich man with perfect wife and you want to tell me to stop hoping on you to love me back?
That I’m just a sex toy for you?
God dammit, I’m human, just like you, I can fall in love and I can hurt as well.
And I just want to die when I see the closing door suddenly opened.
You are there.
Looking at me, the pathetic one with swollen red eyes and trembling lips.
And you hug me, kiss me with the most masculine way, and kiss me again.
It’s so nice. Please, don’t stop.
“Tonight. 9 PM. I’ll wait for you."
You cup my cheeks and pull my face closer to you.
And without saying goodbye, you go out from a rest room, leaving me with a thousand of fireworks in my chest.
You don’t say sorry, but who cares?
***
Tenderly, you kiss my neck and breath heavily.
You already have pulled all of my clothes and kiss every inch of my skin.
I don’t say anything. Instead, I keep my gaze on the ceiling.
I know you’re trying to forget me, avoiding me, hurt me.
But I know you can’t.
Because neither can I.
I kiss your lips, and you kiss back.
And so on.
Without words.
***
Today you don’t come to coffee shop.
And I see you on the sidewalk, smile happily, with hands linked with your wife and your little daughter.
I forget.
It’s Christmas.
I sigh, walk slowly from my cashier desk and sit on your favorite chair.
I spend my night, in here, alone, imagining you sit across to me.
End of chapter 2
Pairing: 2U
Rating: don't have an idea
Summary: Why is this? That's too selfish
Note: I quickly post it because I know I will very busy -.-
comments baby~~ ;D
Part 2
I am so proud to be here.
With you, on the dark silent room, in one bed, sharing warmness each other.
Well, not sharing warmness actually, but really, we’re on the same bed now.
Your back is facing me. And I can see the best sexy back in my life.
I hope you stir your body, looking at me, and hug me like a romantic couple do on their first time. You know, just like a Bruno Mars’s song.
But, no, you’re not doing that.
Instead, you’re sleep with your back facing at me; let me drown by my own silly imagination.
I easily cry, don’t you know that?
I feel so happy because you’re my first and extremely sad because you don’t love me back.
Never love me back
So, slowly I hug you and close my eyes, feeling your body into me for the last time.
Maybe.
***
“Open it,” you say to me with your handsome smile as always. Hey, your smile always handsome, right?
So, I obey yours to open a mid-box that you give me.
A boots.
White color, expensive one.
“Don’t torture your foots with that old wrack boots again.”
“You don’t have to buy me this,” I feel so honor to get these stuff.
“You don’t like my present?”
I quickly shake my head.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just….”
You look at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence.
“It’s just…. I think I’m not good wearing this…”
“White really suits you,” you ruffle my hair and smile, “don’t be modest.”
I can’t see those eyes quite longer. It’s just too deep and beautiful. So I’m lowering my head and nodding.
“Wear it, okay?”
I nod again, just like woodpecker.
And I wear it, everyday.
***
You kiss me again.
Again and again until I can feel my lips being ripped away.
And your hands touch my naked skin, slowly, makes me drown with yours.
Our second is so much better than the first.
You treat me like a princess, tender and sweet. Not like the first one, you treat me like a pro-whore.
You keep asking me, “is it hurt?” or “can I go faster?”
Hell, just do it, I don’t mind.
Just go wild, go faster, I really don’t mind.
Because I only thinking of you now.
Only you, the one I love most.
“Come here,” you spread your arms and hug me, drown me with your warm body.
Today I feel so precious.
***
“Does the taste good?”
“Yeah, it’s the best coffee I’ve ever drank.”
“I know that, I often come here, you want order some more? I know the best dessert in here and you will like it.”
“Sure, Yunho.”
“Hey, you over there.”
Me-who is drying the plate and cup after wash it off with napkin-finally look at you.
I’m trying to not notice your presence, or at least not to notice a woman that you brought here 30 minutes ago. I know she is your wife. Beautiful wife. So adorable and damn beautiful, just like a princess in the fairytale.
And of course I’m no one.
“Yes, you there.”
You say that words again. Calling me just like a costumer to a waitress.
Costumer to a waitress.
Not a person to another person?
Or a lover? Remember, we make love twice.
I put the cup and the napkin on the counter then walk to their table.
“Two special garlic bread and... I want a bit France Cheese on it.”
I write it down on my note.
You ignore me.
Completely ignore me.
How cruel.
As you finish ordering, I mutter thank you and walk away from you and her.
Happy couple.
Makes me so envy and jealous.
Why I can't be a happy couple like you and her?
I just keep asking why.
“Yunho... listen... I’m... I’m sorry for-“
“You don’t have to say anything again, dear. It’s just a past.”
“But I was cheating on you! And I play on your back for a long time with your own best friend. I... I don’t know why I am do that while you give me the best love...”
“Sshh... don’t cry... it’s not really suiting you..”
“Yunho...”
“Yeah... I was angry. Was. And I’m not angry anymore. I know you cheated on me because I’m too busy with my work, completely forget that my beautiful wife need attention from me. I know it exactly. So, the one who actually have to apologize is... me.”
“...thank you...”
“Why you say thank you? Silly hahaha”
I heard that.
And I just want to deaf my ears for a while.
It’s too sweet. And I hate it.
I’m looking at you, laughing and wiping your wife’s tears off from her blossom cheeks.
And you’re looking at her, with a gaze that full of romantic love.
Slowly, you come closer to her, want to kiss her precious lips.
And I can’t do this anymore.
Before I can see the next action, I quickly turn my body and ran to the rest room. I can feel my hands accidentally snudge the cup on the counter with my elbow but I don’t care.
Arrive on the one of the sink, I’m crying.
It’s not just a silent tears like a man do, but I cry inordinately with a quite loud sob.
Why?
Why you do this to me?
It’s okay if you completely ignore me like the old days
But why do you bring your half here? Right in front of me?
What the hell are you thinking?
Is it because that you’re the healthy normal rich man with perfect wife and you want to tell me to stop hoping on you to love me back?
That I’m just a sex toy for you?
God dammit, I’m human, just like you, I can fall in love and I can hurt as well.
And I just want to die when I see the closing door suddenly opened.
You are there.
Looking at me, the pathetic one with swollen red eyes and trembling lips.
And you hug me, kiss me with the most masculine way, and kiss me again.
It’s so nice. Please, don’t stop.
“Tonight. 9 PM. I’ll wait for you."
You cup my cheeks and pull my face closer to you.
And without saying goodbye, you go out from a rest room, leaving me with a thousand of fireworks in my chest.
You don’t say sorry, but who cares?
***
Tenderly, you kiss my neck and breath heavily.
You already have pulled all of my clothes and kiss every inch of my skin.
I don’t say anything. Instead, I keep my gaze on the ceiling.
I know you’re trying to forget me, avoiding me, hurt me.
But I know you can’t.
Because neither can I.
I kiss your lips, and you kiss back.
And so on.
Without words.
***
Today you don’t come to coffee shop.
And I see you on the sidewalk, smile happily, with hands linked with your wife and your little daughter.
I forget.
It’s Christmas.
I sigh, walk slowly from my cashier desk and sit on your favorite chair.
I spend my night, in here, alone, imagining you sit across to me.
End of chapter 2