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Prologue. [ A sucky one at that. You don't even have to read this. ]
Pairing: JongKey.
Rating: Lame. You could also say mega-retarded I suppose, but that's later.
"Oppa..."
He sat lazily with one arm dangling over the back of the chair. He stared at the counter, his other arm resting on his lap, phone limp in his hand.
"Look at me."
He couldn't. Instead, he looked down and began playing with his phone. She looked out the window and held back what she could but the tears still found their way out.
"Why are you like this?" She looked down hoping it would some how stop her emotions. Jonghyun let out a troubled sigh as if his life had given something so trivial to deal with. He doesn't remember being this cold or heartless. He himself didn't know why he was doing this to her, especially since a while ago he never let her out of his sight.
"Say something!" That was almost hysteric.
He positioned himself so he could see only the the top right parting of her hair in the corner of his eye. She couldn't take anymore of this torture, trying very hard to hold in her sobs. She glared at him with her sorrowful eyes, shaped by a sudden rush of hatred.
"JONGHYUN. I.. I HATE YOU!.."
Something that loud, especially directed at him, echoed for the whole of the cafe to hear. He cringed because of it yet he still didn't look at her. Everyone was dead silent, more amazed and curious that something so extravagant could happen at this quaint little coffee shop. He closed his eyes and pictured the endless stream of tears. She grabbed her bag and left without a second look. Bobbing her head down when she had to walk past the collection of following eyes. Jonghyun watched as she pushed the door hard before wiping her eyes and leaving without looking back. He followed her until she disappeared around the corner and waited for reality and regret set in.
He let the phone drop onto the seat as if his body had gone numb against his will. Eyes closed once again, he exhaled and dragged himself further into the booth with minimal effort. His audience had lost interest and were soon back to chatting amongst themselves, leaving him with an empty mind in a room filled with noise. He straightened himself on the chair, placing both feet firmly on the ground, he looked over to his phone and reluctantly reached over to bring it close. When he had done that he let his head smack onto the table and groaned loudly.
'Idiot...' He uttered to himself.
Because he was a man, and men weren't allowed to cry, he began to wonder what kind of person he was instead. What he had done to her wasn't entirely out of character, but cruel nonetheless. He wasn't usually so introverted, but he started acting this way only recently. He thought he was good with intimacy, and that's what got to him. He felt bi-polar to some degree. In the back of his mind he felt he couldn't look at her the same way anymore, she hadn't even done anything. He felt like a totally different person now and he couldn't even explain why.
He didn't pay attention to anyone else in the world as he began rolling his forehead on the table. If he was feeling at all like himself he would've wiped his whole face on the table for some kind of fun. But, a rolling forehead massage would suffice. He must have been indulging in this new found comfort seeing as he didn't notice the stranger watching him curiously.
"Excuse me, is this yours?"
~Because prologues look nice in italic n__n~
This is like my first kind of fanfic post EVAARR. Don't hurt my innocent little heart with bad comments ;__; I realise this is the lamest prologue in the history of man though, so I suppose it's okay to remind me if you want. Chapter 1 will be sent as some kind of reinforcement. Hopefully this doesn't put you off reading. :) Using LJ cut is so cool too :DD
Prologue. [ A sucky one at that. You don't even have to read this. ]
Pairing: JongKey.
Rating: Lame. You could also say mega-retarded I suppose, but that's later.
"Oppa..."
He sat lazily with one arm dangling over the back of the chair. He stared at the counter, his other arm resting on his lap, phone limp in his hand.
"Look at me."
He couldn't. Instead, he looked down and began playing with his phone. She looked out the window and held back what she could but the tears still found their way out.
"Why are you like this?" She looked down hoping it would some how stop her emotions. Jonghyun let out a troubled sigh as if his life had given something so trivial to deal with. He doesn't remember being this cold or heartless. He himself didn't know why he was doing this to her, especially since a while ago he never let her out of his sight.
"Say something!" That was almost hysteric.
He positioned himself so he could see only the the top right parting of her hair in the corner of his eye. She couldn't take anymore of this torture, trying very hard to hold in her sobs. She glared at him with her sorrowful eyes, shaped by a sudden rush of hatred.
"JONGHYUN. I.. I HATE YOU!.."
Something that loud, especially directed at him, echoed for the whole of the cafe to hear. He cringed because of it yet he still didn't look at her. Everyone was dead silent, more amazed and curious that something so extravagant could happen at this quaint little coffee shop. He closed his eyes and pictured the endless stream of tears. She grabbed her bag and left without a second look. Bobbing her head down when she had to walk past the collection of following eyes. Jonghyun watched as she pushed the door hard before wiping her eyes and leaving without looking back. He followed her until she disappeared around the corner and waited for reality and regret set in.
He let the phone drop onto the seat as if his body had gone numb against his will. Eyes closed once again, he exhaled and dragged himself further into the booth with minimal effort. His audience had lost interest and were soon back to chatting amongst themselves, leaving him with an empty mind in a room filled with noise. He straightened himself on the chair, placing both feet firmly on the ground, he looked over to his phone and reluctantly reached over to bring it close. When he had done that he let his head smack onto the table and groaned loudly.
'Idiot...' He uttered to himself.
Because he was a man, and men weren't allowed to cry, he began to wonder what kind of person he was instead. What he had done to her wasn't entirely out of character, but cruel nonetheless. He wasn't usually so introverted, but he started acting this way only recently. He thought he was good with intimacy, and that's what got to him. He felt bi-polar to some degree. In the back of his mind he felt he couldn't look at her the same way anymore, she hadn't even done anything. He felt like a totally different person now and he couldn't even explain why.
He didn't pay attention to anyone else in the world as he began rolling his forehead on the table. If he was feeling at all like himself he would've wiped his whole face on the table for some kind of fun. But, a rolling forehead massage would suffice. He must have been indulging in this new found comfort seeing as he didn't notice the stranger watching him curiously.
"Excuse me, is this yours?"
~Because prologues look nice in italic n__n~
This is like my first kind of fanfic post EVAARR. Don't hurt my innocent little heart with bad comments ;__; I realise this is the lamest prologue in the history of man though, so I suppose it's okay to remind me if you want. Chapter 1 will be sent as some kind of reinforcement. Hopefully this doesn't put you off reading. :) Using LJ cut is so cool too :DD