waiting
waiting (for you to come right around and knock me off my feet) | doojoon/g.na, pg?, fluff, flong like 2575w
doojoon learns how to appreciate the greater things in life, like, for example, tea.
Doojoon’s been waiting all his life for that one girl. The one who’ll take his life, twist it, turn it, and then set him the right side up. The one who’ll knock him right off his feet.
His job as a barista isn’t all that exciting - the most exciting part is the one where he gets to add random shots of tequila into a teenager’s order. Then he remembers that he’s not that old himself.
Remember that girl we were talking about? He encounters her one day, and she does knock him off his feet, quite literally.
He’s balancing a tray of coffee orders, walking towards the door, and she’s walking, no, brisk-walking into the cafe. Doojoon sees the crash before it actually happens, but his feet don’t stop moving.
Somehow the coffee only lands on him (and his pristine white dress shirt), and he’s the only one on the floor. But he’s glad to see her unharmed. Her eyes are wide in shock and she towers over him, compelling Doojoon to look up. (“Like an angel,” he would later recount to Junhyung. “Like I died and went to heaven.”) Her mouth moves - Doojoon’s guessing that she’s asking whether he’s okay, but the meaning of her words is lost on him. He only hears quick heartbeats. He doesn’t quite know how to react when she extends a hand. He takes it and is back on his feet. Least to say, Doojoon manages to hold on to his job, but doesn’t quite manage to hold on to his heart.
They’re at the nearby bar later when Doojoon recounts their meeting to Junhyung. Junhyung is a medic; he saves lives, including Doojoon’s sometimes.
“She’s perfect.” Doojoon sighs, for the nth time.
“That’s all you’ve been saying,” Junhyung rolls his eyes heavenward, “I don’t even know what she looks like yet.”
“She’s like an angel,” Doojoon sighs again, “but man, when she helped me up, I felt like I was gonna shit rainbow butterflies!” He grins, and takes a swig of his coffee-with-a-shot-of-tequila.
“Are you sure you didn’t imagine it happening?” Junhyung, forever the cynic, “You make her sound like she’s the perfect human being.”
“She is,” a foolish smile makes its way onto Doojoon’s face, “she is the perfect embodiment of the human being, you’ve got to meet her someday.”
Junhyung blinks, “Are you even ever going to see her again?” He signals to the bartender for another shot, “Set realistic goals, man.”
“She offered to send my shirt for dry cleaning; of course I’ll see her again.” And with that, the conversation about the girl is over, but Doojoon realizes he doesn’t even know her name.
Junhyung does meet her, when he stops by the café on Doojoon’s birthday. The girl has returned to give back Doojoon's shirt.
Doojoon figures that Junhyung figures that she’s the girl, when Doojoon scrambles to introduce them, mispronouncing her name, Gina, as Cheena, but the girl doesn’t seem to mind, and laughs anyway. Doojoon can only sigh in relief.
Soon after that they head to the nearby 7-11 to grab smoothies, to celebrate Doojoon’s birthday, since he refuses to make any coffee on that day.
“You didn’t tell me she had big boobs.” Junhyung whines, when they proceed to the bar later, without Gina, thankfully.
“I didn’t notice at that time,” Doojoon looks like a lovesick puppy. “But it just adds on to her perfection. I’d give her a four hundred and twenty out of ten, especially since she shares my love for black sesame ice cream.”
“Well at least she’s pretty,” Junhyung nods, ignoring Doojoon. “Who knew Yoon Doojoon had good taste?”
“Look who’s talking, the man with Barbie for a girlfriend.” Doojoon scoffs.
Junhyung frowns at the mention of Hara, “Hey, she isn’t a Barbie; she’s a gorgeous, beautiful and sweet woman.”
“Right, and I’m the King of England.”
“There is no King of England,” Junhyung frowns.
“Precisely, and she has your virginity.”
“Oh my God, that was completely unnecessary, I hate you, asshole.”
Somehow Gina slowly slithers into Doojoon’s life; she comes to visit him at work sometimes, while picking up coffee for her boss. She’s an accountant that works at the nearby bank, an only child with a large portion of her extended family in Canada. Her favourite Korean street food is spicy rice cakes, she likes black sesame ice cream as much as he does and Doojoon learns more and more about Gina. He comes to know that there’s more to her than white button-up tops, long chestnut locks and toothpaste-ad smiles. They go out sometimes, (not as a couple, just as friends, sadly.) and whatever Doojoon doesn’t already know, he picks up as time goes by.
His obsession with her ends almost as quickly as it starts. In other words, Doojoon is no longer a lovesick puppy, but more of a good friend to Gina. He doesn’t notice that he doesn’t have his heart back though.
He quickly comes to expect her visits every Tuesday, preparing her favourite blueberry tea, even before she arrives.
(“Blueberry tea?” He questions, when she first requests for it. “But I make coffee! I’m like, a coffee-maker!” Doojoon whines, desperate to have a pretty girl try his handmade coffee.
“I don’t drink coffee, Doojoon-ah.” Gina has this odd, bemused smile on, and it’s not making Doojoon feel any better.
“Why?” Doojoon crosses his arms. “Why, noona, tell me why!”
“Stop calling me that, you’re making me sound old.”
“Tell me.” Doojoon looks like a kicked puppy.
“Well,” she looks away, slightly uncomfortable.
“Yes…?” Doojoon stood there, waiting for whatever lousy excuse Gina has prepared.
“I’m allerhmmm,” she mumbles.
“What?”
“I’m allergic to coffee you fool!” She huffs, pouting. “I’m equally disappointed that I can’t try your coffee, you know.”
Doojoon clutches his chest, “If you’re really allergic to the one love of my life, I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”
Gina pinches his shoulder, “Asshole. Now make me some blueberry tea, please and thank you.”)
With all the practice, Doojoon thinks he’ll never forget how to make blueberry tea the way she likes it. Ever. He found out Gina was a control freak when she made him remake the second cup of blueberry tea he served because it tasted different from the first one.
Sometimes they go out with Junhyung and Hara and the guys, but not as a couple, always as friends. They enjoy street food at 3am in the morning, and when Junhyung and Hara make their way to their apartment, (“We’re cohabiting,” Hara had very snidely informed Doojoon, when he decided to spring a surprise visit on his friend one day.) Doojoon always sends Gina to her doorstep. He’s even met her mother.
And so, Doojoon slips into this comfortable routine. He spends Tuesday lunches with Gina, and most weekend nights with Gina and the guys and well, Hara. When Yoseob asks him out, Yoseob asks Gina too, as if Gina has become synonymous with Doojoon. Well it’s great, Doojoon likes it that way. It’s like they were always meant to be. Be what? Doojoon isn’t sure either. Friends? Maybe. Well whether he likes it or not, they’ve become a duo, formed a partnership. Maybe that’s not what Doojoon wants, but he isn’t sure, maybe he’ll have it either way.
Everything tumbles down on a Sunday night, almost four months after he meets Gina.
They’re walking back to her house, in a dimly-lit shortcut, the wind is blowing, but it’s the pleasant sort, nothing too strong. (just like how Gina likes her tea - nothing too strong.) Doojoon’s kind of figured by now that if he can even relate wind speed to this woman, he’s probably lost his heart to her.
(Actually he figured this a long time ago, two or three months back, but he was kind of in denial. Still is, in fact.)
He clenches and unclenches his right fist, wondering how she feels, wondering whether she’s relating the wind speed to him too, because well, that’s how Doojoon likes his coffee too - nothing too strong. On impulse, Doojoon grabs her hand, and then mentally murders himself for doing something so impulsive.
Gina doesn’t say a thing, but she’s visibly affected. She loses her smile and her eyes are wide.
Then she snatches her hand out of his.
“What are you doing?” She snaps, only half-joking. “Seriously, don’t do that again, that was awkward.”
“Awkward? Why?”
“Because friends, even best friends, don’t hold hands.” She crosses her arms, looking away.
“I hold hands with Junhyung all the time,” Doojoon says indignantly, trying to save his pathetic ass.
“Let me amend that, friends don’t hold hands in dark, romantic alleys.” She walks faster, avoiding his gaze.
Doojoon has nothing to say in reply.
They reach her house in silence and Gina hastily bades Doojoon goodnight, tripping over her feet to get into the house. He stays outside for awhile after she’s gone in, and then turns to go, not looking back even once.
He texts her the next day after thinking for a long time, What are we?
A reply comes in almost immediately. What do you mean what are we?
Us. What are we? Are we friends? Best friends?
That’s a question you should ask yourself.
…Friends?
Gina doesn’t reply, and Doojoon realizes his relationships are really screwed up.
She doesn’t visit the café the next day, the next Tuesday, and the following Tuesday. She doesn’t go for dinner with the usual gang either.
Doojoon’s stuck at the all-you-can-eat restaurant with the guys, doing things guys would do, having guy talk. It’s the restaurant they go to when someone has heartbreak issues.
“I fucked up.” Doojoon cradles his heads in his hands, too frustrated to eat.
“You fucked up,” Yoseob pats his shoulder sympathetically, and then slips a slice of meat into his mouth.
“Well at least you have us,” adds Dongwoon in between mouthfuls of kimbap, “we don’t have boobs, but we’re friends right? We’ll be here for you.”
Hyunseung and Junhyung sport identical looks, the perfect blend of sympathetic and critical.
“Well, you should apologise,” Junhyung chastises, as he eats his noodles in a dignified manner.
“For what? What the hell did I do wrong?” Doojoon cries indignantly. “You’re just saying that because Hara has your ass whipped.”
The rest of the guys stop eating and give him the look. As in the one that says “You are the world’s biggest fool, you are an asshole, apologize to her you ignorant little fuck.”
The answer floats up in his head, You took her for granted, Yoon Doojoon.
So he does text a Sorry but she doesn’t reply. Or refuses to reply, Doojoon believes. She ignores all his calls too, all 27 of them.
Three weeks after the incident, or as Junhyung likes to call it “Doojoon’s biggest mistake”, he runs into her just outside of the cafe, once again, almost quite literally.
She’s running late for work, her hair in disarray and she’s grasping a cup of coffee from the café opposite. Doojoon instantly knows that it’s coffee, and he also instantly realizes that she’d been avoiding him. He is also running late for work, may I add, for the first time in a long time. Doojoon is almost never late. (But he was busy pouring out his sorrows to Junhyung yesterday night and is hungover from all that vodka.)
They bump into each other and they’re both shocked. Gina sighs exasperatedly, and runs her free hand through her hair.
“Fuck this, I’m late, I’ll stop by later.” And with that, she runs off in the direction she was headed in.
Doojoon pauses in the middle of the street, befuddled, then remembers that he’s late and continues to sprint, right into the café, already in half-bow position as he spots his boss.
At lunchtime, she walks in, and Doojoon is momentarily stunned. Then he recovers and feels his anger surge.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Doojoon spits out. “Not only have you been avoiding me, you have been ignoring my phone calls and my text messages. I haven’t seen you in weeks. Just because you’re pretty it doesn’t mean that you can do despicable things to guys like me. And yes, I will admit that I have been fucking worried about you, I thought something happened to you, I thought something happened to us, and that made me realize that what we have is something way too fucking valuable to give up. Maybe you were angry, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to ignore me.”
“Why do you have to worry about me?” she demands, equally frustrated. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything. What gives you the fucking right to worry about me? Just in case you were wondering, I’ve been unable to sleep or eat properly for days because I’ve been determined to ignore you. I’ve been equally worried about you and your diet that consists of too much coffee; you’re going to get fucking appendicitis. And what is-“
A surge of something, he doesn’t know what, compels him to brisk-walk right up to her and kiss her right on the lips, stopping her speech. She’s shocked, but she doesn’t push him away. Instead she grips his shirt and kisses him back. She doesn’t really know why either.
They only break apart when the customers start catcalling, and his boss clears his throat.
“I’m sorry, I was wrong, I’ll stop drinking coffee by the liter, I promise, but only if you promise to not avoid me from now on, and reply my text messages.” Doojoon rests his chin on her shoulder, embarrassed, refusing to meet her eyes.
“Okay, but you’ll need to clarify something for me. What are we? Tell me.” She pulls back, forcing him to look at her.
“Go out with me?” Doojoon grins cheekily.
“Bastard,” she pinches his shoulder, only half-joking, “ask me properly before I change my mind.”
“Be my girlfriend?” Doojoon grins again, more sincerely this time.
Gina smiles and tilts her head in the adorable way she always does, “I thought you’d never ask.”
The days that follow are most blissful. They’ve been together (as a couple), for almost two months now, and although they’ve had minor ups and downs, he doesn’t allow anything to stand between them; he’d almost made that mistake two months ago. They still hang out during Tuesday lunches, and still go for dinner with the gang on weekend nights. But sometimes they skip out on dinner and go on clichéd dates. (Doojoon’s pretty sure that Junhyung and Hara, especially Hara, respect him for it.) Like spending a day at the amusement park, watching a late night movie, and grabbing black sesame ice cream at wee hours of the morning. They take late night walks at the Han River, observing all the constellations they can see, they take road trips to Busan and other districts in the outskirts of South Korea. Doojoon learns how to properly appreciate tea, and Gina learns how to make espressos, lattes, cappuccinos, all sorts of coffee. She’s never tasted her coffee, a pity, but Doojoon’s there to taste it for her. They become one being, one existence, but not to the extent that they lose their identities, that was never their goal. They share, they care, and they love. And throughout it all, they remain as what they started as. Gina and Doojoon. Doojoon and Gina. That’s all they need, really.
AN: oh gosh that was tiring, okay hi, it's me, I'm back after a flong time, I mean, my author tag finally has four uses now! yay! ahem, well all i can say is, I love doojoon/gina, and it would be great if you guys gave me some, well, constructive criticism or something? because i haven't written in eons. and also, if it was too undeep for your liking, it was too undeep imo too, but someone, ahem, forced me to post it. and do tell if you caught the coffee references. :D oh and credit for the pictures to people on tumblr and flickr, if you do happen to find the actual pictures on the actual sites, do tell me so that i can put in a link here or something. because i kind of just went on tumblr search and unceremoniously pasted the pictures here. ahem, I'm so sorry, really :( and yes I know black sesame ice cream isn't purple, that's actually ume ice cream, but DEAL WITH IT. I couldn't find a picture of black ice cream okay,
doojoon learns how to appreciate the greater things in life, like, for example, tea.
Doojoon’s been waiting all his life for that one girl. The one who’ll take his life, twist it, turn it, and then set him the right side up. The one who’ll knock him right off his feet.
His job as a barista isn’t all that exciting - the most exciting part is the one where he gets to add random shots of tequila into a teenager’s order. Then he remembers that he’s not that old himself.
Remember that girl we were talking about? He encounters her one day, and she does knock him off his feet, quite literally.
He’s balancing a tray of coffee orders, walking towards the door, and she’s walking, no, brisk-walking into the cafe. Doojoon sees the crash before it actually happens, but his feet don’t stop moving.
Somehow the coffee only lands on him (and his pristine white dress shirt), and he’s the only one on the floor. But he’s glad to see her unharmed. Her eyes are wide in shock and she towers over him, compelling Doojoon to look up. (“Like an angel,” he would later recount to Junhyung. “Like I died and went to heaven.”) Her mouth moves - Doojoon’s guessing that she’s asking whether he’s okay, but the meaning of her words is lost on him. He only hears quick heartbeats. He doesn’t quite know how to react when she extends a hand. He takes it and is back on his feet. Least to say, Doojoon manages to hold on to his job, but doesn’t quite manage to hold on to his heart.
They’re at the nearby bar later when Doojoon recounts their meeting to Junhyung. Junhyung is a medic; he saves lives, including Doojoon’s sometimes.
“She’s perfect.” Doojoon sighs, for the nth time.
“That’s all you’ve been saying,” Junhyung rolls his eyes heavenward, “I don’t even know what she looks like yet.”
“She’s like an angel,” Doojoon sighs again, “but man, when she helped me up, I felt like I was gonna shit rainbow butterflies!” He grins, and takes a swig of his coffee-with-a-shot-of-tequila.
“Are you sure you didn’t imagine it happening?” Junhyung, forever the cynic, “You make her sound like she’s the perfect human being.”
“She is,” a foolish smile makes its way onto Doojoon’s face, “she is the perfect embodiment of the human being, you’ve got to meet her someday.”
Junhyung blinks, “Are you even ever going to see her again?” He signals to the bartender for another shot, “Set realistic goals, man.”
“She offered to send my shirt for dry cleaning; of course I’ll see her again.” And with that, the conversation about the girl is over, but Doojoon realizes he doesn’t even know her name.
Junhyung does meet her, when he stops by the café on Doojoon’s birthday. The girl has returned to give back Doojoon's shirt.
Doojoon figures that Junhyung figures that she’s the girl, when Doojoon scrambles to introduce them, mispronouncing her name, Gina, as Cheena, but the girl doesn’t seem to mind, and laughs anyway. Doojoon can only sigh in relief.
Soon after that they head to the nearby 7-11 to grab smoothies, to celebrate Doojoon’s birthday, since he refuses to make any coffee on that day.
“You didn’t tell me she had big boobs.” Junhyung whines, when they proceed to the bar later, without Gina, thankfully.
“I didn’t notice at that time,” Doojoon looks like a lovesick puppy. “But it just adds on to her perfection. I’d give her a four hundred and twenty out of ten, especially since she shares my love for black sesame ice cream.”
“Well at least she’s pretty,” Junhyung nods, ignoring Doojoon. “Who knew Yoon Doojoon had good taste?”
“Look who’s talking, the man with Barbie for a girlfriend.” Doojoon scoffs.
Junhyung frowns at the mention of Hara, “Hey, she isn’t a Barbie; she’s a gorgeous, beautiful and sweet woman.”
“Right, and I’m the King of England.”
“There is no King of England,” Junhyung frowns.
“Precisely, and she has your virginity.”
“Oh my God, that was completely unnecessary, I hate you, asshole.”
Somehow Gina slowly slithers into Doojoon’s life; she comes to visit him at work sometimes, while picking up coffee for her boss. She’s an accountant that works at the nearby bank, an only child with a large portion of her extended family in Canada. Her favourite Korean street food is spicy rice cakes, she likes black sesame ice cream as much as he does and Doojoon learns more and more about Gina. He comes to know that there’s more to her than white button-up tops, long chestnut locks and toothpaste-ad smiles. They go out sometimes, (not as a couple, just as friends, sadly.) and whatever Doojoon doesn’t already know, he picks up as time goes by.
His obsession with her ends almost as quickly as it starts. In other words, Doojoon is no longer a lovesick puppy, but more of a good friend to Gina. He doesn’t notice that he doesn’t have his heart back though.
He quickly comes to expect her visits every Tuesday, preparing her favourite blueberry tea, even before she arrives.
(“Blueberry tea?” He questions, when she first requests for it. “But I make coffee! I’m like, a coffee-maker!” Doojoon whines, desperate to have a pretty girl try his handmade coffee.
“I don’t drink coffee, Doojoon-ah.” Gina has this odd, bemused smile on, and it’s not making Doojoon feel any better.
“Why?” Doojoon crosses his arms. “Why, noona, tell me why!”
“Stop calling me that, you’re making me sound old.”
“Tell me.” Doojoon looks like a kicked puppy.
“Well,” she looks away, slightly uncomfortable.
“Yes…?” Doojoon stood there, waiting for whatever lousy excuse Gina has prepared.
“I’m allerhmmm,” she mumbles.
“What?”
“I’m allergic to coffee you fool!” She huffs, pouting. “I’m equally disappointed that I can’t try your coffee, you know.”
Doojoon clutches his chest, “If you’re really allergic to the one love of my life, I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”
Gina pinches his shoulder, “Asshole. Now make me some blueberry tea, please and thank you.”)
With all the practice, Doojoon thinks he’ll never forget how to make blueberry tea the way she likes it. Ever. He found out Gina was a control freak when she made him remake the second cup of blueberry tea he served because it tasted different from the first one.
Sometimes they go out with Junhyung and Hara and the guys, but not as a couple, always as friends. They enjoy street food at 3am in the morning, and when Junhyung and Hara make their way to their apartment, (“We’re cohabiting,” Hara had very snidely informed Doojoon, when he decided to spring a surprise visit on his friend one day.) Doojoon always sends Gina to her doorstep. He’s even met her mother.
And so, Doojoon slips into this comfortable routine. He spends Tuesday lunches with Gina, and most weekend nights with Gina and the guys and well, Hara. When Yoseob asks him out, Yoseob asks Gina too, as if Gina has become synonymous with Doojoon. Well it’s great, Doojoon likes it that way. It’s like they were always meant to be. Be what? Doojoon isn’t sure either. Friends? Maybe. Well whether he likes it or not, they’ve become a duo, formed a partnership. Maybe that’s not what Doojoon wants, but he isn’t sure, maybe he’ll have it either way.
Everything tumbles down on a Sunday night, almost four months after he meets Gina.
They’re walking back to her house, in a dimly-lit shortcut, the wind is blowing, but it’s the pleasant sort, nothing too strong. (just like how Gina likes her tea - nothing too strong.) Doojoon’s kind of figured by now that if he can even relate wind speed to this woman, he’s probably lost his heart to her.
(Actually he figured this a long time ago, two or three months back, but he was kind of in denial. Still is, in fact.)
He clenches and unclenches his right fist, wondering how she feels, wondering whether she’s relating the wind speed to him too, because well, that’s how Doojoon likes his coffee too - nothing too strong. On impulse, Doojoon grabs her hand, and then mentally murders himself for doing something so impulsive.
Gina doesn’t say a thing, but she’s visibly affected. She loses her smile and her eyes are wide.
Then she snatches her hand out of his.
“What are you doing?” She snaps, only half-joking. “Seriously, don’t do that again, that was awkward.”
“Awkward? Why?”
“Because friends, even best friends, don’t hold hands.” She crosses her arms, looking away.
“I hold hands with Junhyung all the time,” Doojoon says indignantly, trying to save his pathetic ass.
“Let me amend that, friends don’t hold hands in dark, romantic alleys.” She walks faster, avoiding his gaze.
Doojoon has nothing to say in reply.
They reach her house in silence and Gina hastily bades Doojoon goodnight, tripping over her feet to get into the house. He stays outside for awhile after she’s gone in, and then turns to go, not looking back even once.
He texts her the next day after thinking for a long time, What are we?
A reply comes in almost immediately. What do you mean what are we?
Us. What are we? Are we friends? Best friends?
That’s a question you should ask yourself.
…Friends?
Gina doesn’t reply, and Doojoon realizes his relationships are really screwed up.
She doesn’t visit the café the next day, the next Tuesday, and the following Tuesday. She doesn’t go for dinner with the usual gang either.
Doojoon’s stuck at the all-you-can-eat restaurant with the guys, doing things guys would do, having guy talk. It’s the restaurant they go to when someone has heartbreak issues.
“I fucked up.” Doojoon cradles his heads in his hands, too frustrated to eat.
“You fucked up,” Yoseob pats his shoulder sympathetically, and then slips a slice of meat into his mouth.
“Well at least you have us,” adds Dongwoon in between mouthfuls of kimbap, “we don’t have boobs, but we’re friends right? We’ll be here for you.”
Hyunseung and Junhyung sport identical looks, the perfect blend of sympathetic and critical.
“Well, you should apologise,” Junhyung chastises, as he eats his noodles in a dignified manner.
“For what? What the hell did I do wrong?” Doojoon cries indignantly. “You’re just saying that because Hara has your ass whipped.”
The rest of the guys stop eating and give him the look. As in the one that says “You are the world’s biggest fool, you are an asshole, apologize to her you ignorant little fuck.”
The answer floats up in his head, You took her for granted, Yoon Doojoon.
So he does text a Sorry but she doesn’t reply. Or refuses to reply, Doojoon believes. She ignores all his calls too, all 27 of them.
Three weeks after the incident, or as Junhyung likes to call it “Doojoon’s biggest mistake”, he runs into her just outside of the cafe, once again, almost quite literally.
She’s running late for work, her hair in disarray and she’s grasping a cup of coffee from the café opposite. Doojoon instantly knows that it’s coffee, and he also instantly realizes that she’d been avoiding him. He is also running late for work, may I add, for the first time in a long time. Doojoon is almost never late. (But he was busy pouring out his sorrows to Junhyung yesterday night and is hungover from all that vodka.)
They bump into each other and they’re both shocked. Gina sighs exasperatedly, and runs her free hand through her hair.
“Fuck this, I’m late, I’ll stop by later.” And with that, she runs off in the direction she was headed in.
Doojoon pauses in the middle of the street, befuddled, then remembers that he’s late and continues to sprint, right into the café, already in half-bow position as he spots his boss.
At lunchtime, she walks in, and Doojoon is momentarily stunned. Then he recovers and feels his anger surge.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Doojoon spits out. “Not only have you been avoiding me, you have been ignoring my phone calls and my text messages. I haven’t seen you in weeks. Just because you’re pretty it doesn’t mean that you can do despicable things to guys like me. And yes, I will admit that I have been fucking worried about you, I thought something happened to you, I thought something happened to us, and that made me realize that what we have is something way too fucking valuable to give up. Maybe you were angry, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to ignore me.”
“Why do you have to worry about me?” she demands, equally frustrated. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything. What gives you the fucking right to worry about me? Just in case you were wondering, I’ve been unable to sleep or eat properly for days because I’ve been determined to ignore you. I’ve been equally worried about you and your diet that consists of too much coffee; you’re going to get fucking appendicitis. And what is-“
A surge of something, he doesn’t know what, compels him to brisk-walk right up to her and kiss her right on the lips, stopping her speech. She’s shocked, but she doesn’t push him away. Instead she grips his shirt and kisses him back. She doesn’t really know why either.
They only break apart when the customers start catcalling, and his boss clears his throat.
“I’m sorry, I was wrong, I’ll stop drinking coffee by the liter, I promise, but only if you promise to not avoid me from now on, and reply my text messages.” Doojoon rests his chin on her shoulder, embarrassed, refusing to meet her eyes.
“Okay, but you’ll need to clarify something for me. What are we? Tell me.” She pulls back, forcing him to look at her.
“Go out with me?” Doojoon grins cheekily.
“Bastard,” she pinches his shoulder, only half-joking, “ask me properly before I change my mind.”
“Be my girlfriend?” Doojoon grins again, more sincerely this time.
Gina smiles and tilts her head in the adorable way she always does, “I thought you’d never ask.”
The days that follow are most blissful. They’ve been together (as a couple), for almost two months now, and although they’ve had minor ups and downs, he doesn’t allow anything to stand between them; he’d almost made that mistake two months ago. They still hang out during Tuesday lunches, and still go for dinner with the gang on weekend nights. But sometimes they skip out on dinner and go on clichéd dates. (Doojoon’s pretty sure that Junhyung and Hara, especially Hara, respect him for it.) Like spending a day at the amusement park, watching a late night movie, and grabbing black sesame ice cream at wee hours of the morning. They take late night walks at the Han River, observing all the constellations they can see, they take road trips to Busan and other districts in the outskirts of South Korea. Doojoon learns how to properly appreciate tea, and Gina learns how to make espressos, lattes, cappuccinos, all sorts of coffee. She’s never tasted her coffee, a pity, but Doojoon’s there to taste it for her. They become one being, one existence, but not to the extent that they lose their identities, that was never their goal. They share, they care, and they love. And throughout it all, they remain as what they started as. Gina and Doojoon. Doojoon and Gina. That’s all they need, really.
AN: oh gosh that was tiring, okay hi, it's me, I'm back after a flong time, I mean, my author tag finally has four uses now! yay! ahem, well all i can say is, I love doojoon/gina, and it would be great if you guys gave me some, well, constructive criticism or something? because i haven't written in eons. and also, if it was too undeep for your liking, it was too undeep imo too, but someone, ahem, forced me to post it. and do tell if you caught the coffee references. :D oh and credit for the pictures to people on tumblr and flickr, if you do happen to find the actual pictures on the actual sites, do tell me so that i can put in a link here or something. because i kind of just went on tumblr search and unceremoniously pasted the pictures here. ahem, I'm so sorry, really :( and yes I know black sesame ice cream isn't purple, that's actually ume ice cream, but DEAL WITH IT. I couldn't find a picture of black ice cream okay,