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This is my first English fic (unfinished). As I said, my English is very bad so there can be many mistakes -__- sr~ I tried to write an HyukTa Engfic combine with one of VN's writing styles.
It's raining.
Author: Hik-chan (me)
Genres: one-shot, romance.
Character: WooHyuk / Kangta : They're not mine.
I'm still waiting for you.
Waiting for the day we meet. The last rainy Sunday.
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It has been 5 years since you came to my life. How cant I forget?
Sometimes I think that was a fate for me to go to the church in a rainy Sunday liked that. Although I'm not a Catholic, I like the sound of silent there. It was raining outside heavily, so I couldn't go home. 8:27 pm. I missed the bus.
"You don't have an umbrella, do you?"
I turned my head to see him - the boy sat next to me a moment ago. He asked with a warm smile. I nodded. He put up his green umbrella as he said:
"My place is not far from here. Would you like to have a warm drink?"
I was a little hesitant. Rain seemed especially gloomy. So I couldn't get home. The stranger was silent for a moment, then he hold my hand tenderly.
"Quickly! It's too late."
After that, we walked to his place. It was a small clear tenement near the old church. His room number was 27th. He let me sat on the floor and go to the kitchen. I looked at surroundings. It seemed he didn't have a lot of stuffs. What was going on his mind? We hadn't known each other before... How could he invite a stranger to his house like this?
Some time later, he went out and brang to me a cup of hot coffee as he said,
"Sorry about make you to wait for me."
"No. Thank you."
He smiled at me. His black hair fell over two brown eyes covering his high checkbones. He was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. The dark-haired boy leaned against the glass window, watching as large droplets of rain fell down.
"You... uhm... what's your name?" I asked softly.
"Kangta, Ahn Kangta."
"Oh I see... powerful hit, right?" I joked and he laughed.
"Yeah that's right... so... what about you?"
"Jang WooHyuk."
Holding a cup with warm coffee inside made me feel comfortable. Kangta just sat there, next to the large window, said nothing.
"Kangta"
"Huh?"
"Why do you lead me to this place?"
Kangta stared at me as he slicked his hair back. It was so silent. Only the rain outside seem heavier.
"Because of my fantasy..."
"Huh?"
"Because we're the same. We're looking for the peace, right?"
I said nothing. This boy...
He leaned to me, certainly kiss me on my lips. It's raining hard outside. But I couldn't hear or say anything. His lips were sweet... so much sweet... and tasted like green tea. I kissed him back tenderly. No lust. No passion. Just a warm emotion on those pink smooth lips. His scent was like a scent of coffee. Strange feelings I had never had before.
If you were lonely, it would be not difficult to like something like that.
Slowly, I closed my eyes to see a large large field with gray rain and old church. I pulled him closer to me to feel him. The dark-hair boy then softly caressed my neck. What were we doing? Was it real or just my fantasy? I had no idea what was going on our mind.
We're looking for the peace, right?
I was not sure. But I could only get lost in his scent, his so sweet lips and the falling rain. It was too difficult to describe. That moment, I had dreamed about a peacefull cylone in the past.
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