[fic] 雨の日を好きにさせる。 you make me love rainy days
∞ 雨の日を好きにさせる。 you make me love rainy days.
→ EXO: Suho/Kris; Fluff, Romance, PG-13, 1558 words
! no beta
Junmyeon loves rainy days.
It is the only time when he could enjoy seeing bushes and trees that were once covered with a mixture of brown and black dust being washed cleanly and turn into a deeper shade of green; when people group themselves into two, or three, or even four, just to pass from one place to another probably more sheltered location using either a single brightly-colored or a darkly-tinted umbrella.
It is only when he could enjoy seeing cars slowly and quietly sliding through the streets because of the wet pavement instead of hastily, noisily accelerating against the rough concrete during a hot, dry day; when their drivers are being extra careful because of the low visibility on their windshields and the low friction on their tires. They should be thankful that they’re saving on gas, albeit unintentionally, he thinks.
It is only when he could smile at the sight of some people stopping in their tracks, either cursing at how the rain is interfering with their plans, or heaving a sigh while thinking of creative ways for their plans to push through.
He loves rainy days. He thinks that it is the only time when a small part of humanity pauses for a while because of the beautiful impromptu downpour of the sky. A period when everything in the city slows down. A short moment when a soothing aura of serenity prevails.
He takes a sip from his cup of coffee, only to find out that it is already empty. He frowns, leans his back on his couch and groans. Then he turns his head back to the scene outside the glass window, the beautiful view of the busy city being sprinkled by the tears of the sky. And once again, he gets lost in between the sight of the physical world and his realm of thoughts.
He sees a female student, carrying an umbrella, rushing to rescue her best friend at a waiting shed nearby. He sees a young businessman biting his lip, perhaps gathering enough courage to ask the lady beside him, probably his officemate, to share his umbrella with him. He sees an old man taking his coat off and wrapping it on his wife, who smiled lovingly in gratitude. He sees a few children at a playground nearby, splashing their feet against the water puddles; a few seconds later their parents run, carrying their umbrellas, to save them from getting wetter than they already are.
He himself doesn’t understand why such things amuse him, and he stifles a giggle in the middle of his moving train of thoughts. And he could almost imagine the cool waft of rain and grass, a fragrance he had grown quite an unusual fondness for, from beyond the glass window he has been viewing. It would also be great to have the cool wind tickle his cheeks.
“One tall Café Latte for our loyal customer, Kim Junmyeon-sshi,” a smooth voice interrupts his trance. Caught off guard by this disturbance, Junmyeon gives the owner of the voice a quick yet annoyed glance. The latter, or in Junmyeon’s terms, the intruder, replies with a playful smirk before mouthing “It’s on the house”. He places a beverage on the coffee table in front of Junmyeon, before sitting down on the unoccupied couch on the other side. Junmyeon shakes his head while reaching for his cup.
“Is it even legal for you to give me your rightful share of free coffee for today’s shift, Wu Yif-“
Junmyeon’s sentence gets cut off as he sees the other guy casually blow through the surface of a mug of hot coffee while giving him a “you were saying?” look. His heart jumps in his chest.
“Wu Yifan,” Junmyeon’s eyes narrows.
Yifan brushes his blond hair with his slender fingers; his eyes are looking at the now confused Junmyeon with such childlike excitement. “My shift is over, Kim Junmyeon-sshi. Therefore, right now, at this time, I am here as a customer to this café.”
“And what makes you think you have every right to interrupt whatever this busy man is doing?”
“Oh I can tell you’re not busy. You were just admiring the view from here.”
Junmyeon shakes his head another time before slowly drawing his cup near his lips, carefully sipping the hot, aromatic drink.
“I made it extra hot to match the coolness of the rain. And of course, I made it extra hot for you,” Yifan tells him. His eyes were burning with such anticipation beneath those pair of brown eyebrows that Junmyeon thinks are contrasting his blond hair.
“Why don’t you just go home then, since your shift is already over? You should rest.”
“Nah, it’s still raining outside and like most people out there…” Junmyeon insists in his mind that he saw Yifan wink at him “…I just want to be lazy at a moment like this. Like, you know, sit down with a cup of coffee and admire the pleasant, half-amusing, half-boring view.”
Yifan carefully places his mug of hot coffee on the table before leaning his back on the chair and stretching his hands and legs.
“I’ll drive you to the nearest train station,” Junmyeon offers.
“Uhm, ‘I’ll drive you home’ is what you should be saying.”
“However that sounds like a pick-up line.”
“I don’t mind if you do, thank you,” Yifan smirks again. And Junmyeon is reminded once more why he frequents this coffee shop more than any other coffee shops in the city.
“Seriously, Yifan, you have a future in being a matinee idol.”
“But don’t you think being not a matinee idol yet having lots of fans is cooler?”
Junmyeon shakes his head. “If only I didn’t know that you’re working in this coffee shop, I would’ve assumed that you only live because of your vanity.”
“Because of my beauty, you mean.”
Junmyeon almost chokes on his spit. “Yifan, beauty is not the right word for a man like you.”
“I don’t mind as long as that word comes from you.” Yifan leans over, reaching for his mug of coffee.
“I don’t get you, Yifan. With the way you’ve been acting in front of me lately since these past few weeks, I am beginning to think that you’re trying to pick me up or asking me to go on a date with you or something.”
This time, Yifan doesn’t answer, but only sips from his mug; trying to be cute, Junmyeon thinks. But no, that’s not going to work.
Junmyeon reaches for his cup from the table and his lips almost touched the brim when he sees an unusual scribble on the surface of his cup. It is definitely Yifan’s handwriting, but why does it look so different from the usual customer’s name and beverage codes?
His eyes widen as he reads. He reads it once. Twice. Thrice.
Junmyeon-sshi ♡ Will you go out with me? ☺
Yifan’s handwriting is cute and neat. Perhaps because this is for me, he affirms inside his head.
He is overwhelmed that at that moment all he could hear is the gentle tapping of the raindrops from outside the glass window, which echoes like an unsung rhythm to his ears. And he could feel his heart dancing along to that camouflaged beat.
Is this for real? He wonders.
He lifts his eyes and a beautiful sight greets him. A flush of pink decorates Yifan’s cheeks despite his best effort to cover it by casually sipping his mug of coffee, his eyes shyly averting Junmyeon’s questioning gaze. Junmyeon looked back on the neatly-scribbled letters on his cup, just to ensure he wasn’t just imagining things.
He looks at the heart beside his name, which was cutely drawn. And then towards the smiley at the end of the question, which sent butterflies gasping for air inside his stomach.
Junmyeon smirks before proceeding to drink from the cup. He laughs, and from a corner of his eye, he sees Yifan with a confused look, and his eyes were pleading for a hopeful answer.
“Wu Yifan, you are just the cheesiest,” he continues to laugh.
Yifan purses his lips. “So... Am I being rejected?”
Junmyeon gradually stops laughing and he places his cup of coffee back on the table, turning his eyes to the glass window. From the faint reflection of the glass window, he sees Yifan drop his head, feeling dejected by the sudden silence.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Yifan slowly puts down his half-empty mug on the table between them. And Junmyeon takes this opportunity to lean over and place his hand on top of Yifan’s hand, the one that held the warm mug. And in the moment that Yifan looks up to him in surprise, and then Junmyeon lightly kisses him on the forehead.
Yifan smells like coffee, Junmyeon thinks. Like Caramel Macchiato. And he is sweetly warm despite the cold air that the rainy day brings.
“So, dear beautiful handsome man, would you like to stay with me for a while admiring this pleasant, half-amusing, half-boring view, or…” He sinks back to his couch, smiling angelically. Yifan’s cheeks flush red once again, before the blond guy bites his lower lip in happiness.
And from here on, Junmyeon has found another reason to love rainy days more.
“…or would you like me to drive you home instead?”
A/N: [1/3] Happy Happy Happy Birthday Rabbit babe ♥
→ EXO: Suho/Kris; Fluff, Romance, PG-13, 1558 words
! no beta
Junmyeon loves rainy days.
It is the only time when he could enjoy seeing bushes and trees that were once covered with a mixture of brown and black dust being washed cleanly and turn into a deeper shade of green; when people group themselves into two, or three, or even four, just to pass from one place to another probably more sheltered location using either a single brightly-colored or a darkly-tinted umbrella.
It is only when he could enjoy seeing cars slowly and quietly sliding through the streets because of the wet pavement instead of hastily, noisily accelerating against the rough concrete during a hot, dry day; when their drivers are being extra careful because of the low visibility on their windshields and the low friction on their tires. They should be thankful that they’re saving on gas, albeit unintentionally, he thinks.
It is only when he could smile at the sight of some people stopping in their tracks, either cursing at how the rain is interfering with their plans, or heaving a sigh while thinking of creative ways for their plans to push through.
He loves rainy days. He thinks that it is the only time when a small part of humanity pauses for a while because of the beautiful impromptu downpour of the sky. A period when everything in the city slows down. A short moment when a soothing aura of serenity prevails.
He takes a sip from his cup of coffee, only to find out that it is already empty. He frowns, leans his back on his couch and groans. Then he turns his head back to the scene outside the glass window, the beautiful view of the busy city being sprinkled by the tears of the sky. And once again, he gets lost in between the sight of the physical world and his realm of thoughts.
He sees a female student, carrying an umbrella, rushing to rescue her best friend at a waiting shed nearby. He sees a young businessman biting his lip, perhaps gathering enough courage to ask the lady beside him, probably his officemate, to share his umbrella with him. He sees an old man taking his coat off and wrapping it on his wife, who smiled lovingly in gratitude. He sees a few children at a playground nearby, splashing their feet against the water puddles; a few seconds later their parents run, carrying their umbrellas, to save them from getting wetter than they already are.
He himself doesn’t understand why such things amuse him, and he stifles a giggle in the middle of his moving train of thoughts. And he could almost imagine the cool waft of rain and grass, a fragrance he had grown quite an unusual fondness for, from beyond the glass window he has been viewing. It would also be great to have the cool wind tickle his cheeks.
“One tall Café Latte for our loyal customer, Kim Junmyeon-sshi,” a smooth voice interrupts his trance. Caught off guard by this disturbance, Junmyeon gives the owner of the voice a quick yet annoyed glance. The latter, or in Junmyeon’s terms, the intruder, replies with a playful smirk before mouthing “It’s on the house”. He places a beverage on the coffee table in front of Junmyeon, before sitting down on the unoccupied couch on the other side. Junmyeon shakes his head while reaching for his cup.
“Is it even legal for you to give me your rightful share of free coffee for today’s shift, Wu Yif-“
Junmyeon’s sentence gets cut off as he sees the other guy casually blow through the surface of a mug of hot coffee while giving him a “you were saying?” look. His heart jumps in his chest.
“Wu Yifan,” Junmyeon’s eyes narrows.
Yifan brushes his blond hair with his slender fingers; his eyes are looking at the now confused Junmyeon with such childlike excitement. “My shift is over, Kim Junmyeon-sshi. Therefore, right now, at this time, I am here as a customer to this café.”
“And what makes you think you have every right to interrupt whatever this busy man is doing?”
“Oh I can tell you’re not busy. You were just admiring the view from here.”
Junmyeon shakes his head another time before slowly drawing his cup near his lips, carefully sipping the hot, aromatic drink.
“I made it extra hot to match the coolness of the rain. And of course, I made it extra hot for you,” Yifan tells him. His eyes were burning with such anticipation beneath those pair of brown eyebrows that Junmyeon thinks are contrasting his blond hair.
“Why don’t you just go home then, since your shift is already over? You should rest.”
“Nah, it’s still raining outside and like most people out there…” Junmyeon insists in his mind that he saw Yifan wink at him “…I just want to be lazy at a moment like this. Like, you know, sit down with a cup of coffee and admire the pleasant, half-amusing, half-boring view.”
Yifan carefully places his mug of hot coffee on the table before leaning his back on the chair and stretching his hands and legs.
“I’ll drive you to the nearest train station,” Junmyeon offers.
“Uhm, ‘I’ll drive you home’ is what you should be saying.”
“However that sounds like a pick-up line.”
“I don’t mind if you do, thank you,” Yifan smirks again. And Junmyeon is reminded once more why he frequents this coffee shop more than any other coffee shops in the city.
“Seriously, Yifan, you have a future in being a matinee idol.”
“But don’t you think being not a matinee idol yet having lots of fans is cooler?”
Junmyeon shakes his head. “If only I didn’t know that you’re working in this coffee shop, I would’ve assumed that you only live because of your vanity.”
“Because of my beauty, you mean.”
Junmyeon almost chokes on his spit. “Yifan, beauty is not the right word for a man like you.”
“I don’t mind as long as that word comes from you.” Yifan leans over, reaching for his mug of coffee.
“I don’t get you, Yifan. With the way you’ve been acting in front of me lately since these past few weeks, I am beginning to think that you’re trying to pick me up or asking me to go on a date with you or something.”
This time, Yifan doesn’t answer, but only sips from his mug; trying to be cute, Junmyeon thinks. But no, that’s not going to work.
Junmyeon reaches for his cup from the table and his lips almost touched the brim when he sees an unusual scribble on the surface of his cup. It is definitely Yifan’s handwriting, but why does it look so different from the usual customer’s name and beverage codes?
His eyes widen as he reads. He reads it once. Twice. Thrice.
Junmyeon-sshi ♡ Will you go out with me? ☺
Yifan’s handwriting is cute and neat. Perhaps because this is for me, he affirms inside his head.
He is overwhelmed that at that moment all he could hear is the gentle tapping of the raindrops from outside the glass window, which echoes like an unsung rhythm to his ears. And he could feel his heart dancing along to that camouflaged beat.
Is this for real? He wonders.
He lifts his eyes and a beautiful sight greets him. A flush of pink decorates Yifan’s cheeks despite his best effort to cover it by casually sipping his mug of coffee, his eyes shyly averting Junmyeon’s questioning gaze. Junmyeon looked back on the neatly-scribbled letters on his cup, just to ensure he wasn’t just imagining things.
He looks at the heart beside his name, which was cutely drawn. And then towards the smiley at the end of the question, which sent butterflies gasping for air inside his stomach.
Junmyeon smirks before proceeding to drink from the cup. He laughs, and from a corner of his eye, he sees Yifan with a confused look, and his eyes were pleading for a hopeful answer.
“Wu Yifan, you are just the cheesiest,” he continues to laugh.
Yifan purses his lips. “So... Am I being rejected?”
Junmyeon gradually stops laughing and he places his cup of coffee back on the table, turning his eyes to the glass window. From the faint reflection of the glass window, he sees Yifan drop his head, feeling dejected by the sudden silence.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Yifan slowly puts down his half-empty mug on the table between them. And Junmyeon takes this opportunity to lean over and place his hand on top of Yifan’s hand, the one that held the warm mug. And in the moment that Yifan looks up to him in surprise, and then Junmyeon lightly kisses him on the forehead.
Yifan smells like coffee, Junmyeon thinks. Like Caramel Macchiato. And he is sweetly warm despite the cold air that the rainy day brings.
“So, dear beautiful handsome man, would you like to stay with me for a while admiring this pleasant, half-amusing, half-boring view, or…” He sinks back to his couch, smiling angelically. Yifan’s cheeks flush red once again, before the blond guy bites his lower lip in happiness.
And from here on, Junmyeon has found another reason to love rainy days more.
“…or would you like me to drive you home instead?”
A/N: [1/3] Happy Happy Happy Birthday Rabbit babe ♥