The Waiting
Title: The Waiting
Status: Drabble
Rating: G
Word Count: 626
Pairing: EunHae
Beta-ed by: my beloved wifey vivalahyuk
Disclaimer: Is this even needed? It’s not like you can buy them at convenience store, you know?
Summary: Hyukjae was always staring at the complete stranger from inside a coffee shop, watching him as he was waiting for some reason in the same spot every day, pondering his own misery and bringing Hyukjae along in his misery. Hyukjae felt hurt just watching him, and decided that he had enough of all this.
Ime’s note: OMG! A drabble! Do I have to say something? Oh Petting a Boy :D I’m sorry, I’m kind of um~ I don’t have any excuse, but I’m working on it! Please forgive me T^T
P.S: This fic is present for azora_s and thatsforme2know ~ Hope you both like it ^.^
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He slapped you hard on the face, in the middle of the busy crowded public area. He turned around and left you behind. You lowered your face. Maybe to avoid eyes that had been staring curiously at you, I had no idea. I sipped my coffee calmly in the table beside a big window of coffee shop, staring at you.
People didn't mind your business and as the curiosity died away, they continued what they were doing, passed you by while you were standing there still. I had my cup up in front my face as I rested my head in my hand, watching you as if you get hurt and humiliated was entertaining.
After awhile, you finally made a move, brought your hands to you face and rubbed a certain area. You had wept your tears away before looked up, and then slowly walked away to the other direction. I wondered how your expression was right then. But I didn't make an effort to know.
I always came to the coffee shop every work days in the afternoon and since that day you kept coming and waiting in the same spot, and so I was always staring at you no matter how oblivious you are at what I was doing. Days passed, replaced by weeks and soon after, replaced by months. Since the first week, my curiosity died and replaced by other feeling over you, and the feeling grew up everyday. I didn't realize that I came to the coffee shop everyday, just to watch you pondering your misery.
Since morning, hard cold winter wind blew and froze every soul that persistent enough to challenge the weather. On this particularly damn day, you still come and stood in the spot and I was still watching you from inside this warm coffee shop. I lost count of coffee I had already drunk and yet you still didn’t give up and still stood there for the reason I didn’t know. Yet.
You sneeze then rubbed your red nose. Your face turned red due to the cold air. But I could see nothing but optimistic in your eyes. I squeezed my hand together, oh how I felt hurt by your expression and yet I didn’t know why. But I had enough. I stood up and came out from the shop, bringing along with me hot brown liquid in the biggest mug the coffee shop owned.
“Here,” I stretched out my hand and offered the coffee to you. You turned around and looked at me with warm expression, not shocked or puzzled at why a stranger approaching you and suddenly gave you a cup of coffee. You took the coffee and mumbled a soft thank you to me. I stood there instead of leaving you and you didn’t questioning why.
“He will never come,” I said suddenly. But you nodded.
“You know it but yet still waiting for him?” I kept asking you, but inside I was praying for someone to stop me, because if I kept acting like this, I would hurt both of us.
For awhile you just sipped your coffee. I watched you and waited patiently for your reply.
“No,” you suddenly said.
Then why are you always coming and standing here waiting alone even in the day like this? I thought. Eventually, my thought flight out my head and reached your. Even if I didn’t say it, because you then continued, “Since the first week of waiting, my intentions has already changed,” you looked at me and smiled a bright smile that warm me inside more effectively than the sun or coffee, and I completely melted when you said the next sentence, “I’m waiting the day when you come to me.”
.o0o.
I know, you can’t tell whose is whose XD. You can change the pairing if you want ^.^ but I’m thinking Hyukjae as ‘I’ and Donghae as ‘You’ while write this.
HAPPY B'DAY TO azora_s ^.^
Comment always ♥d
Status: Drabble
Rating: G
Word Count: 626
Pairing: EunHae
Beta-ed by: my beloved wifey vivalahyuk
Disclaimer: Is this even needed? It’s not like you can buy them at convenience store, you know?
Summary: Hyukjae was always staring at the complete stranger from inside a coffee shop, watching him as he was waiting for some reason in the same spot every day, pondering his own misery and bringing Hyukjae along in his misery. Hyukjae felt hurt just watching him, and decided that he had enough of all this.
Ime’s note: OMG! A drabble! Do I have to say something? Oh Petting a Boy :D I’m sorry, I’m kind of um~ I don’t have any excuse, but I’m working on it! Please forgive me T^T
P.S: This fic is present for azora_s and thatsforme2know ~ Hope you both like it ^.^
.o0o.
He slapped you hard on the face, in the middle of the busy crowded public area. He turned around and left you behind. You lowered your face. Maybe to avoid eyes that had been staring curiously at you, I had no idea. I sipped my coffee calmly in the table beside a big window of coffee shop, staring at you.
People didn't mind your business and as the curiosity died away, they continued what they were doing, passed you by while you were standing there still. I had my cup up in front my face as I rested my head in my hand, watching you as if you get hurt and humiliated was entertaining.
After awhile, you finally made a move, brought your hands to you face and rubbed a certain area. You had wept your tears away before looked up, and then slowly walked away to the other direction. I wondered how your expression was right then. But I didn't make an effort to know.
I always came to the coffee shop every work days in the afternoon and since that day you kept coming and waiting in the same spot, and so I was always staring at you no matter how oblivious you are at what I was doing. Days passed, replaced by weeks and soon after, replaced by months. Since the first week, my curiosity died and replaced by other feeling over you, and the feeling grew up everyday. I didn't realize that I came to the coffee shop everyday, just to watch you pondering your misery.
Since morning, hard cold winter wind blew and froze every soul that persistent enough to challenge the weather. On this particularly damn day, you still come and stood in the spot and I was still watching you from inside this warm coffee shop. I lost count of coffee I had already drunk and yet you still didn’t give up and still stood there for the reason I didn’t know. Yet.
You sneeze then rubbed your red nose. Your face turned red due to the cold air. But I could see nothing but optimistic in your eyes. I squeezed my hand together, oh how I felt hurt by your expression and yet I didn’t know why. But I had enough. I stood up and came out from the shop, bringing along with me hot brown liquid in the biggest mug the coffee shop owned.
“Here,” I stretched out my hand and offered the coffee to you. You turned around and looked at me with warm expression, not shocked or puzzled at why a stranger approaching you and suddenly gave you a cup of coffee. You took the coffee and mumbled a soft thank you to me. I stood there instead of leaving you and you didn’t questioning why.
“He will never come,” I said suddenly. But you nodded.
“You know it but yet still waiting for him?” I kept asking you, but inside I was praying for someone to stop me, because if I kept acting like this, I would hurt both of us.
For awhile you just sipped your coffee. I watched you and waited patiently for your reply.
“No,” you suddenly said.
Then why are you always coming and standing here waiting alone even in the day like this? I thought. Eventually, my thought flight out my head and reached your. Even if I didn’t say it, because you then continued, “Since the first week of waiting, my intentions has already changed,” you looked at me and smiled a bright smile that warm me inside more effectively than the sun or coffee, and I completely melted when you said the next sentence, “I’m waiting the day when you come to me.”
.o0o.
I know, you can’t tell whose is whose XD. You can change the pairing if you want ^.^ but I’m thinking Hyukjae as ‘I’ and Donghae as ‘You’ while write this.
HAPPY B'DAY TO azora_s ^.^
Comment always ♥d