[FIC] Autumn Letter and Coffee Staints (Part 01)
Title: Autumn Letters and Coffee Stains [Part 1]
Author: milkubox
Pairing: Zhou Mi / Kyuhyun (implied ShiHan/HenWookHae)
Genre: Romance/Drama/slight-fluff *and cheeseballs~*
Comments: Yes, I wasn't even done with Noona Project and not I'm up for writing a new one again. LOL. But I love QMi and the idea just came in right when I was looking for school supplies and journals in a local bookstore. ^^ This will probably just have 6-8 parts...^^ I'll try to finish this one or else I'll be eaten alive~!! XDD
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"Oh shit, I'm late."
Cho Kyuhyun cursed as he stirred awake from his messed up bed. He was running late again for his theater class that afternoon. University life was starting to get him but he had to deal with it anyway. He got up and quickly prepared. It was already 11 in the morning, almost noon. The young sophomore checked his planner for anythings that he might have to bring along with him to class.
THEATER: BRING A JOURNAL. (run to the uni's book shop and grab one...FAST)
With his scribbles understood, he drilled into his head to pass by the quaint little bookshop on the way to the theater just across his dorm. Theater was a bummer. Nothing could get his head into acting, it just wasn't him.
Cho Kyuhyun was blunt, odd and probably boring as he would describe himself. He was very quiet and did not have a big circle of friends either, he loved being alone and drowning himself with books and notes. Once in theater class, he was commended as one of the best writers but his professor always complained that his writings had no soul in it. It was pure irony. He got the best marks for having the best plots and scripts as they were arranged to please people but this semester's theater class was making things complicated for him, his writings never had any soul.
As if it needed one, he always thought to himself with a smirk forming on his lips. He sighed at the sight of the book shop's entrance as he quickly hurried his steps so he can finally get what he need then leave.
The book shop itself was quite quaint and moden. The wooden shelves had seemed to have it's own aroma mixed with the old-aged books cased within it. The small espresso machine by the counter was adored by the many students dragged to its sweetness especially after an all-nighter, working their butts off their thesis. Kyuhyun knews this place and this is where he liked spending time, himself. He quickly dashed to the journal counter where diffrent sorts of notebooks with a variety of designs presented themselves. Kyuhyun was picky. He needed where he could write his innermost thoughts and eventually add that missing "soul", his professor had been telling him.
His bony fingers grasped a nice black leather-covered notebook. It seemed simple but he felt like writing down words as soon as he saw it. However, someone also had an eye on the same notebook.
The other hand belonged to a tall man with a distint eye smile and nose bridge. He looked young yet a bit more mature than Kyuhyun. The man looked up and smiled at Kyuhyun. His smile was too bright, too radiant, even Kyuhyun wondered how someone can have such smile.
"You...you can have it" the older man spoke, his Korean had a tinge of a foreigner's accent. Clearly, he wasn't Korean.
"Oh, it's okay. You found it first..." Kyuhyun handed the journal to him.
"Keep it. It seems you need it more than I do..." he replied.
"No...I just needed one for class...but it can be any journal anyway..." the younger boy chuckled.
The older man smiled and cupped the journal in Kyuhyun's hands. Kyuhyun felt the warm of the other's hand. For the first time in his life, he had never felt more sunshine than this. The warmth eventually reached inside of him but before he could even ask for his name, the older man walked away leaving him all breathless.
Kyuhyun stared at the journal in his hands and decided to buy it. He clutched on it tightly as if his world depended on it. The encounter he had left him curious and wondering.
As he stepped out of the bookshop, he shook the feeling away. He was probably just one of those nice students anway and it was just a coincidence.
Yet he knew the warmth he felt in his hands was way beyond coincidence.
Author: milkubox
Pairing: Zhou Mi / Kyuhyun (implied ShiHan/HenWookHae)
Genre: Romance/Drama/slight-fluff *and cheeseballs~*
Comments: Yes, I wasn't even done with Noona Project and not I'm up for writing a new one again. LOL. But I love QMi and the idea just came in right when I was looking for school supplies and journals in a local bookstore. ^^ This will probably just have 6-8 parts...^^ I'll try to finish this one or else I'll be eaten alive~!! XDD
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"Oh shit, I'm late."
Cho Kyuhyun cursed as he stirred awake from his messed up bed. He was running late again for his theater class that afternoon. University life was starting to get him but he had to deal with it anyway. He got up and quickly prepared. It was already 11 in the morning, almost noon. The young sophomore checked his planner for anythings that he might have to bring along with him to class.
THEATER: BRING A JOURNAL. (run to the uni's book shop and grab one...FAST)
With his scribbles understood, he drilled into his head to pass by the quaint little bookshop on the way to the theater just across his dorm. Theater was a bummer. Nothing could get his head into acting, it just wasn't him.
Cho Kyuhyun was blunt, odd and probably boring as he would describe himself. He was very quiet and did not have a big circle of friends either, he loved being alone and drowning himself with books and notes. Once in theater class, he was commended as one of the best writers but his professor always complained that his writings had no soul in it. It was pure irony. He got the best marks for having the best plots and scripts as they were arranged to please people but this semester's theater class was making things complicated for him, his writings never had any soul.
As if it needed one, he always thought to himself with a smirk forming on his lips. He sighed at the sight of the book shop's entrance as he quickly hurried his steps so he can finally get what he need then leave.
The book shop itself was quite quaint and moden. The wooden shelves had seemed to have it's own aroma mixed with the old-aged books cased within it. The small espresso machine by the counter was adored by the many students dragged to its sweetness especially after an all-nighter, working their butts off their thesis. Kyuhyun knews this place and this is where he liked spending time, himself. He quickly dashed to the journal counter where diffrent sorts of notebooks with a variety of designs presented themselves. Kyuhyun was picky. He needed where he could write his innermost thoughts and eventually add that missing "soul", his professor had been telling him.
His bony fingers grasped a nice black leather-covered notebook. It seemed simple but he felt like writing down words as soon as he saw it. However, someone also had an eye on the same notebook.
The other hand belonged to a tall man with a distint eye smile and nose bridge. He looked young yet a bit more mature than Kyuhyun. The man looked up and smiled at Kyuhyun. His smile was too bright, too radiant, even Kyuhyun wondered how someone can have such smile.
"You...you can have it" the older man spoke, his Korean had a tinge of a foreigner's accent. Clearly, he wasn't Korean.
"Oh, it's okay. You found it first..." Kyuhyun handed the journal to him.
"Keep it. It seems you need it more than I do..." he replied.
"No...I just needed one for class...but it can be any journal anyway..." the younger boy chuckled.
The older man smiled and cupped the journal in Kyuhyun's hands. Kyuhyun felt the warm of the other's hand. For the first time in his life, he had never felt more sunshine than this. The warmth eventually reached inside of him but before he could even ask for his name, the older man walked away leaving him all breathless.
Kyuhyun stared at the journal in his hands and decided to buy it. He clutched on it tightly as if his world depended on it. The encounter he had left him curious and wondering.
As he stepped out of the bookshop, he shook the feeling away. He was probably just one of those nice students anway and it was just a coincidence.
Yet he knew the warmth he felt in his hands was way beyond coincidence.