365 Days of Love Rants
Day 19 : Vanilla Love
PG
Vanilla Love||1236wc
This is his diurnal activity, after a long day of hearing lectures and thoughts-consuming activities, he settled down in his sanctuary with a new book on his grasp chosen from the shelves. He seated himself at his usual seat, far from the outcries of social desirability and the in-crowd. He fixes his reading glass, lightly caressing the spine of a new book, The Great Gatsby, the title was. Sniffing the scent of the olden pages, eyes crawling lines by lines in concentration and soon he was immersed in the world created by F.Scott Fitzgerald, living in the Jazz Age of America, clasping his ears with his earphones bud, slowly the melancholic voice pierced his emotion and accompanied him throughout the lonely afternoon.
~
Until he was towards the middle of the story when the suspense had just peaked, and he was anticipating the resolution when a loud crash was amplified in the empty library and outside had started to dim and he lifted his head from his reading, searching for the cause. Soon, he found the cause of interruption of his afternoon, a girl, no, a boy with hair that Goldilocks would be green in envy between the fiction and the non-fiction shelves stretched out like an elastic band on the carpeted library’s floor. He couldn’t properly see the boy’s face as his eyes were closed tightly and his palm was rubbing his head and wincing in pain now and then. He dropped his book, leaving the pages meets the wooden table and rushes to the boy’s side.
~
“Excuse me, are you ok?”He asked as the boy continued rubbing his head vigorously.
“Yes, yes I am.”The boy finally stopped his action and looked at him with a smile.
“Glad to know.”He exhales in relief. He read in an article that a bump on the head could lead to something more serious, like retrograde amnesia. He offered his hand and the boy reaches for it and he lifted the boy.
“Lee Taemin.”The boy announced with a handshake and his eyes were slimmed into a slit.
“Choi Minho. Please to meet you.”He returned his handshake and for awhile he found himself smiling.
~
Simplifying the story, since that eventful meeting, Minho wasn’t alone in his diurnal routine, the young boy he later found out is his freshman majoring in dance and take pleasure in reading classics. Twas another afternoon with stacks of books ready to be extracted by them, when the young boy was nodding his head along the wavelength of music and tiny giggles escapes his lips. Minho glanced at him curiously, but the younger hadn’t taken any notice and flipped the pages of his book casually.
“Taemin?”He started with a low voice, even though there wasn’t anyone beside them and the librarian, it was a library after all.
The young boy was engrossed in the song and Minho could tell it was one of the cheerful songs with cheesy lyrics that the younger adore.
“Taemin?”He started again with slightly louder voice; still the younger was flicking the pages absentmindedly.
Minho was restless for being taken nonchalantly; he pulled out one of the earphones. And the younger looked at him fumingly and he could feel the heat rising from the younger.
“What do you want?”The younger burst out in dissatisfaction. Even though, Taemin is in his first year, he is childish and temperamental.
Minho carelessly scratches his hair and fixes his glasses nervously.”Well, I was wondering what you were listening to?”
“Oh, you could’ve asked me.”Taemin said cheerily handing a side of his earphone to Minho and Minho unclasped his own and inserting Taemin’s.
And, both of them found themselves making weird head movements and smiling meekly while listening to the sweet, syrupy song.
Soon, Minho’s playlist was filled with those incoherent lyrics thanks to Taemin. He needs not to worry, when the younger is always around him bringing a smile with his presence and his bubbly personality. Perhaps, Taemin is the dream that he need to chase in order to live contentedly.
~
It was one of those days, when everything in nature is perfectly aligned and in balance. The weather was perfect, not to hot and not to cold with light breeze here and there and somehow there’s inevitability of good things happening. Both of them shifted their usual reading in the library session outside. They sat themselves on a bench under a shady tree, Minho borrowed Taemin’s lap as a headrest. From an outsider’s eyes, the scene was full with warmth and young love, young lovers sharing their past time together. When Taemin called it a day, and closed his book,staring down at the man, Minho was but awake with his book resting on his chest. It was then, there was this ignition of feelings bursting senselessly deep in his heart. Taemin slowly retracted the Minho’s glasses, eyes diving and appreciating the nooks and crooks of Minho’s face and listening to his slow and calm breathing as if telling that Minho is indeed a human and not an angel or to an extent a god. Taemin smiled, and with the tip of his fingers his traces Minho’s features commenting to himself of the sharpness of the jaw, the edge of his nose, glad that Minho is a heavy sleeper. And, he stopped abruptly on the chappy lips, and he pondered for a moment with his free hand clutching the material of his shirt as his heart rapidly pumping and it came across to him that he was indeed admiring his best friend and he was unsure how to react with this new finding.
Suddenly he could feel a pressure on his finger and he gazed down and was convene with a pair of brown orbs, and he must admit those eyes look better without the hindrance of glasses. He could feel tingles and discomfort on his tummy.
“Good morning.”The older said and Taemin smiled nervously.
The older rose from his position and rested his head on Taemin’s shoulder and all Taemin could think was the musky scent of Minho’s cologne clouding his vision.
And when those lips he had touched, presses on his plump cheeks, the unsettledness of his inside returned and he was unsure what will happen next and how he should react in this situation. He clamped his fingers and rested them on his laps, finding comfort with holding the hem of his shirt.
Minho smiled and slowly took the younger fingers, filling the gaps of his fingers with the younger’s. And the younger glanced sideways, avoiding.
“I like you very much.”It might sound childish, but that’s how Minho wanted their love to be. He wouldn’t want to toss the 3 little words because they’re still young and foolish.
“Really?”The younger squeaked.
“Yes. I like you very much.”Minho convinced the younger again.
“How much?”Taemin had averted his glances,trying to find truth in his words.
“More than the world and the content itself.” Minho emphasised his statement with his hand gestures. Taemin chuckled as he retorted.
“Chessy.”
“You taught me well.”Minho chuckled as Taemin places a kiss on his cheek.
Love shouldn’t be mature and passionate; we could always conserve the youth and light it with our own rendition.
After meeting you, each day is exciting,
After meeting you, each day my heart greets with flutters,
After meeting you, each day grows shorter,
After meeting you, each day's end leaves me wistful,
After meeting you, each day is mild and soft,
After meeting you, each day is filled with happiness.
- Vanilla Love - Lee Hyunji feat Onew
PG
Vanilla Love||1236wc
This is his diurnal activity, after a long day of hearing lectures and thoughts-consuming activities, he settled down in his sanctuary with a new book on his grasp chosen from the shelves. He seated himself at his usual seat, far from the outcries of social desirability and the in-crowd. He fixes his reading glass, lightly caressing the spine of a new book, The Great Gatsby, the title was. Sniffing the scent of the olden pages, eyes crawling lines by lines in concentration and soon he was immersed in the world created by F.Scott Fitzgerald, living in the Jazz Age of America, clasping his ears with his earphones bud, slowly the melancholic voice pierced his emotion and accompanied him throughout the lonely afternoon.
~
Until he was towards the middle of the story when the suspense had just peaked, and he was anticipating the resolution when a loud crash was amplified in the empty library and outside had started to dim and he lifted his head from his reading, searching for the cause. Soon, he found the cause of interruption of his afternoon, a girl, no, a boy with hair that Goldilocks would be green in envy between the fiction and the non-fiction shelves stretched out like an elastic band on the carpeted library’s floor. He couldn’t properly see the boy’s face as his eyes were closed tightly and his palm was rubbing his head and wincing in pain now and then. He dropped his book, leaving the pages meets the wooden table and rushes to the boy’s side.
~
“Excuse me, are you ok?”He asked as the boy continued rubbing his head vigorously.
“Yes, yes I am.”The boy finally stopped his action and looked at him with a smile.
“Glad to know.”He exhales in relief. He read in an article that a bump on the head could lead to something more serious, like retrograde amnesia. He offered his hand and the boy reaches for it and he lifted the boy.
“Lee Taemin.”The boy announced with a handshake and his eyes were slimmed into a slit.
“Choi Minho. Please to meet you.”He returned his handshake and for awhile he found himself smiling.
~
Simplifying the story, since that eventful meeting, Minho wasn’t alone in his diurnal routine, the young boy he later found out is his freshman majoring in dance and take pleasure in reading classics. Twas another afternoon with stacks of books ready to be extracted by them, when the young boy was nodding his head along the wavelength of music and tiny giggles escapes his lips. Minho glanced at him curiously, but the younger hadn’t taken any notice and flipped the pages of his book casually.
“Taemin?”He started with a low voice, even though there wasn’t anyone beside them and the librarian, it was a library after all.
The young boy was engrossed in the song and Minho could tell it was one of the cheerful songs with cheesy lyrics that the younger adore.
“Taemin?”He started again with slightly louder voice; still the younger was flicking the pages absentmindedly.
Minho was restless for being taken nonchalantly; he pulled out one of the earphones. And the younger looked at him fumingly and he could feel the heat rising from the younger.
“What do you want?”The younger burst out in dissatisfaction. Even though, Taemin is in his first year, he is childish and temperamental.
Minho carelessly scratches his hair and fixes his glasses nervously.”Well, I was wondering what you were listening to?”
“Oh, you could’ve asked me.”Taemin said cheerily handing a side of his earphone to Minho and Minho unclasped his own and inserting Taemin’s.
And, both of them found themselves making weird head movements and smiling meekly while listening to the sweet, syrupy song.
Soon, Minho’s playlist was filled with those incoherent lyrics thanks to Taemin. He needs not to worry, when the younger is always around him bringing a smile with his presence and his bubbly personality. Perhaps, Taemin is the dream that he need to chase in order to live contentedly.
~
It was one of those days, when everything in nature is perfectly aligned and in balance. The weather was perfect, not to hot and not to cold with light breeze here and there and somehow there’s inevitability of good things happening. Both of them shifted their usual reading in the library session outside. They sat themselves on a bench under a shady tree, Minho borrowed Taemin’s lap as a headrest. From an outsider’s eyes, the scene was full with warmth and young love, young lovers sharing their past time together. When Taemin called it a day, and closed his book,staring down at the man, Minho was but awake with his book resting on his chest. It was then, there was this ignition of feelings bursting senselessly deep in his heart. Taemin slowly retracted the Minho’s glasses, eyes diving and appreciating the nooks and crooks of Minho’s face and listening to his slow and calm breathing as if telling that Minho is indeed a human and not an angel or to an extent a god. Taemin smiled, and with the tip of his fingers his traces Minho’s features commenting to himself of the sharpness of the jaw, the edge of his nose, glad that Minho is a heavy sleeper. And, he stopped abruptly on the chappy lips, and he pondered for a moment with his free hand clutching the material of his shirt as his heart rapidly pumping and it came across to him that he was indeed admiring his best friend and he was unsure how to react with this new finding.
Suddenly he could feel a pressure on his finger and he gazed down and was convene with a pair of brown orbs, and he must admit those eyes look better without the hindrance of glasses. He could feel tingles and discomfort on his tummy.
“Good morning.”The older said and Taemin smiled nervously.
The older rose from his position and rested his head on Taemin’s shoulder and all Taemin could think was the musky scent of Minho’s cologne clouding his vision.
And when those lips he had touched, presses on his plump cheeks, the unsettledness of his inside returned and he was unsure what will happen next and how he should react in this situation. He clamped his fingers and rested them on his laps, finding comfort with holding the hem of his shirt.
Minho smiled and slowly took the younger fingers, filling the gaps of his fingers with the younger’s. And the younger glanced sideways, avoiding.
“I like you very much.”It might sound childish, but that’s how Minho wanted their love to be. He wouldn’t want to toss the 3 little words because they’re still young and foolish.
“Really?”The younger squeaked.
“Yes. I like you very much.”Minho convinced the younger again.
“How much?”Taemin had averted his glances,trying to find truth in his words.
“More than the world and the content itself.” Minho emphasised his statement with his hand gestures. Taemin chuckled as he retorted.
“Chessy.”
“You taught me well.”Minho chuckled as Taemin places a kiss on his cheek.
Love shouldn’t be mature and passionate; we could always conserve the youth and light it with our own rendition.
After meeting you, each day is exciting,
After meeting you, each day my heart greets with flutters,
After meeting you, each day grows shorter,
After meeting you, each day's end leaves me wistful,
After meeting you, each day is mild and soft,
After meeting you, each day is filled with happiness.
- Vanilla Love - Lee Hyunji feat Onew