You're Mine, Siwan 1/?
Title: You're Mine, Siwan 1/?
Pairing: Kwanghee/Siwan
Rating: PG (for this part)
Summary: Kwanghee made a rebel of a careless man's careful son who didn't believe in love.
A/N: Inspired by Mine by Taylor Swift :P I will add more chapters if people like it so comment if you do ^^
Siwan hated this town. He hated the smell, he hated that the people were smiling. They smiled too much. They were too sweet, like he was slowly dying from choking, inhaling pure sugar into his salty system. He missed the city where people were bitter and snippy, he missed using the tough skin that he had built up in his twenty years. People here looked as if they might fall apart and start crying if he didn't smile and say all the polite words his parents taught him when he was a little boy.
The cafe was the first building he saw from his parent's new house off the main road that went through the town. He closed the front door behind him and made his way to the cafe, narrowly avoiding an overly cheery bicyclist that was veering a little too close to him. He shuddered as he stepped into the much too cold air conditioning and then quickly adjusted as he made his way into the main dining area.
"Welcome~! Find a seat wherever you want!" A cheery woman called from the main desk. Siwan gave her a painfully awkward smile and sunk into the nearest window seat, pulling at his scarf till it hung comfortably around his neck. He looked around the quaint little place and all of the warm laughter from full tables around him and couldn't help but let a little glimmer of a smile spread across his face.
"Hey there! My name is Kwanghee, I'll be your..." The young man that came up to him stopped speaking as Siwan looked up at him, the smile still fighting for dominance on his cold face. The goofy looking man blinked a few times, staring dumbstruck at Siwan's face.
"Yes?" Siwan asked, tilting his head innocently, trying to get the man to snap out of his spacing.
"Um, yeah, sorry. I'll be your waiter today. What c-can I get you?" Kwanghee stuttered, feeling like an absolute idiot, focusing all his energy on the pencil and paper in his hands.
"Can I get coffee? And... um..." Siwan looked around, wanting some sort of food but not able to think of something.
"The chocolate cake is really good." Kwanghee blurted out, looking at Siwan shyly.
"Perfect." Siwan smiled genuinely, making Kwanghee's eyes widen and the other boy nod quickly and scurry off. Siwan looked after him curiously until he disappeared into the kitchen and chuckled to himself before relaxing into the chair.
Kwanghee wanted to scream, jump up and down, something to get rid of the feeling in his stomach. He had butterflies like a ditzy school girl, and not one person in the town had done this to him. No one at the university. No one in his life had ever made him feel like he could fly due to the millions of wings going off in his abdomen.
"Kwanghee-sshi? You okay?" A smaller boy in the kitchen asked, his eyebrow arched in confusion and amusement as Kwanghee stomped around the kitchen with a giddy grin on his face.
"Table 7, and no, I'm not. I feel like I'm about to explode." Kwanghee hissed, pointing out towards the dining area. The boy walked to the swinging door and peeked out, letting out a whistle as his eyes landed on the mysterious pretty man sitting in the corner.
"What should I do, Dongjun?" Kwanghee whined.
"Just stay calm, take him his coffee. Be cool! You're a stud, hyung. Just be your normal charming self." Dongjun chuckled, handing Kwanghee the coffee pitcher. Kwanghee muttered under his breath as he made his way to the bakery to get the cake, and before he knew it his shirt was sticking to his back and his breath was coming in raggedly as he stepped out into the dining area.
He laid his eyes on the beauty in the corner and almost forgot entirely what he was doing. The man was... beyond words. He wanted nothing more than to sit there and stare at him forever and talk about his interests, talk about being together forever. But, Kwanghee scolded himself, if you want forever you've got to win his heart first! So man up!
"Here you go~" Kwanghee smiled, willing himself not to act ridiculous again. Siwan smiled in gratitude as Kwanghee poured him the coffee and set the cake down in front of him. Kwanghee nearly passed out as Siwan licked his lips and took a bite of the cake, smiling contentedly around the utensil before slipping it out of his mouth and grinning like a pleased cat.
"Thank you, Kwanghee-sshi." Siwan smiled as he finished the bite.
"Y-you're welcome." Kwanghee stuttered out before bowing quickly and then yelping as his face hit the pitcher of coffee that he had set on the table when he set the cake down.
It happened too fast for either to question the steps that brought them there, all Siwan knew was for some reason he ended up on the floor with Kwanghee in his lap with the kitchen boy holding ice on the burn that was spreading by Kwanghee's right eye. Siwan blinked as he realized what was happening and then asked himself why he was sitting on the floor of a corner cafe on a dirty floor with a fairly attractive, clumsy man wiggling around whining in pain.
And for some reason, he didn't want it to end. And, he smiled, he didn't see why it had to end.
Pairing: Kwanghee/Siwan
Rating: PG (for this part)
Summary: Kwanghee made a rebel of a careless man's careful son who didn't believe in love.
A/N: Inspired by Mine by Taylor Swift :P I will add more chapters if people like it so comment if you do ^^
Siwan hated this town. He hated the smell, he hated that the people were smiling. They smiled too much. They were too sweet, like he was slowly dying from choking, inhaling pure sugar into his salty system. He missed the city where people were bitter and snippy, he missed using the tough skin that he had built up in his twenty years. People here looked as if they might fall apart and start crying if he didn't smile and say all the polite words his parents taught him when he was a little boy.
The cafe was the first building he saw from his parent's new house off the main road that went through the town. He closed the front door behind him and made his way to the cafe, narrowly avoiding an overly cheery bicyclist that was veering a little too close to him. He shuddered as he stepped into the much too cold air conditioning and then quickly adjusted as he made his way into the main dining area.
"Welcome~! Find a seat wherever you want!" A cheery woman called from the main desk. Siwan gave her a painfully awkward smile and sunk into the nearest window seat, pulling at his scarf till it hung comfortably around his neck. He looked around the quaint little place and all of the warm laughter from full tables around him and couldn't help but let a little glimmer of a smile spread across his face.
"Hey there! My name is Kwanghee, I'll be your..." The young man that came up to him stopped speaking as Siwan looked up at him, the smile still fighting for dominance on his cold face. The goofy looking man blinked a few times, staring dumbstruck at Siwan's face.
"Yes?" Siwan asked, tilting his head innocently, trying to get the man to snap out of his spacing.
"Um, yeah, sorry. I'll be your waiter today. What c-can I get you?" Kwanghee stuttered, feeling like an absolute idiot, focusing all his energy on the pencil and paper in his hands.
"Can I get coffee? And... um..." Siwan looked around, wanting some sort of food but not able to think of something.
"The chocolate cake is really good." Kwanghee blurted out, looking at Siwan shyly.
"Perfect." Siwan smiled genuinely, making Kwanghee's eyes widen and the other boy nod quickly and scurry off. Siwan looked after him curiously until he disappeared into the kitchen and chuckled to himself before relaxing into the chair.
Kwanghee wanted to scream, jump up and down, something to get rid of the feeling in his stomach. He had butterflies like a ditzy school girl, and not one person in the town had done this to him. No one at the university. No one in his life had ever made him feel like he could fly due to the millions of wings going off in his abdomen.
"Kwanghee-sshi? You okay?" A smaller boy in the kitchen asked, his eyebrow arched in confusion and amusement as Kwanghee stomped around the kitchen with a giddy grin on his face.
"Table 7, and no, I'm not. I feel like I'm about to explode." Kwanghee hissed, pointing out towards the dining area. The boy walked to the swinging door and peeked out, letting out a whistle as his eyes landed on the mysterious pretty man sitting in the corner.
"What should I do, Dongjun?" Kwanghee whined.
"Just stay calm, take him his coffee. Be cool! You're a stud, hyung. Just be your normal charming self." Dongjun chuckled, handing Kwanghee the coffee pitcher. Kwanghee muttered under his breath as he made his way to the bakery to get the cake, and before he knew it his shirt was sticking to his back and his breath was coming in raggedly as he stepped out into the dining area.
He laid his eyes on the beauty in the corner and almost forgot entirely what he was doing. The man was... beyond words. He wanted nothing more than to sit there and stare at him forever and talk about his interests, talk about being together forever. But, Kwanghee scolded himself, if you want forever you've got to win his heart first! So man up!
"Here you go~" Kwanghee smiled, willing himself not to act ridiculous again. Siwan smiled in gratitude as Kwanghee poured him the coffee and set the cake down in front of him. Kwanghee nearly passed out as Siwan licked his lips and took a bite of the cake, smiling contentedly around the utensil before slipping it out of his mouth and grinning like a pleased cat.
"Thank you, Kwanghee-sshi." Siwan smiled as he finished the bite.
"Y-you're welcome." Kwanghee stuttered out before bowing quickly and then yelping as his face hit the pitcher of coffee that he had set on the table when he set the cake down.
It happened too fast for either to question the steps that brought them there, all Siwan knew was for some reason he ended up on the floor with Kwanghee in his lap with the kitchen boy holding ice on the burn that was spreading by Kwanghee's right eye. Siwan blinked as he realized what was happening and then asked himself why he was sitting on the floor of a corner cafe on a dirty floor with a fairly attractive, clumsy man wiggling around whining in pain.
And for some reason, he didn't want it to end. And, he smiled, he didn't see why it had to end.