Chapter (II/V): White violet - Let's take a chance
Title: Chapter (II/V): White violet - Let's take a chance
Pairing: Jaesu
Rating: PG
Warning: Character death in later chapters.
Word Count: 188
A/N: english paper didn't go as smoothly as i'd like it to be. ); gaah it's over. physics and econs paper tomorrow. darn. i can't wait for friday to be over! -whines.
Today, he sets up his area and waits. And again, he came. This time, Junsu ignored the itch in his fingers.
“What’s your name?”
The man is startled by Junsu’s sudden question. Eyes widen and search Junsu’s face for reasons why.
Crack. Something snapped between his fingers. Knuckles turn white, a pale comparison to the broken charcoal, fighting the urge to sculpt this man’s current expression onto paper.
“I just want to know who’s been loving me in secret. By the way, I’m Junsu, in case you didn’t know.”
Crimson blossomed in his cheeks. He didn’t expect this artist to be so forthright. Avoiding Junsu’s stare, his name barely escapes his lips.
“Jaejoong.”
Junsu could literally see a hibiscus unfolding its petals right in front of him. The sight, breathtaking. And he thought he knew how beautiful this man, Jaejoong was. Maybe, maybe he needs to know him a little more, to see more.
And so, the charcoal pencil is put back to sleep, in its case.
“So, Jaejoong, let’s have some coffee.”
That day, within the cracks of the pavement between their stools, a white violet bloomed.
A/N2: First person to guess the meaning of hibiscus gets a reward! (i have no idea what kind of reward. -sheepish grin.)
Pairing: Jaesu
Rating: PG
Warning: Character death in later chapters.
Word Count: 188
A/N: english paper didn't go as smoothly as i'd like it to be. ); gaah it's over. physics and econs paper tomorrow. darn. i can't wait for friday to be over! -whines.
Today, he sets up his area and waits. And again, he came. This time, Junsu ignored the itch in his fingers.
“What’s your name?”
The man is startled by Junsu’s sudden question. Eyes widen and search Junsu’s face for reasons why.
Crack. Something snapped between his fingers. Knuckles turn white, a pale comparison to the broken charcoal, fighting the urge to sculpt this man’s current expression onto paper.
“I just want to know who’s been loving me in secret. By the way, I’m Junsu, in case you didn’t know.”
Crimson blossomed in his cheeks. He didn’t expect this artist to be so forthright. Avoiding Junsu’s stare, his name barely escapes his lips.
“Jaejoong.”
Junsu could literally see a hibiscus unfolding its petals right in front of him. The sight, breathtaking. And he thought he knew how beautiful this man, Jaejoong was. Maybe, maybe he needs to know him a little more, to see more.
And so, the charcoal pencil is put back to sleep, in its case.
“So, Jaejoong, let’s have some coffee.”
That day, within the cracks of the pavement between their stools, a white violet bloomed.
A/N2: First person to guess the meaning of hibiscus gets a reward! (i have no idea what kind of reward. -sheepish grin.)