Tea epitomises love
Title: Tea epitomises love
Pairing: Haehyuk
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Fluff, Romance, Slice of life
Length: One-shot, 1,518 words
Summary: For some reason, whenever I heard this sound, my heart would flutter.
Something sounded really weird; it wasn’t the sound of flower petals fluttering with the wind, it wasn’t the sound of birds chirping, it wasn’t the sound of British breakfast tea being poured out from the mouth of the teapot and it wasn’t the sound of Lee Donghae.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
It was the sound of sugar cubes being dropped into Earl Grey Lavender, the aroma of the hot liquid swelled and filled up the whole atmosphere of the indoor garden. He stirred his tea gracefully to a clockwise direction and left the spoon on the blue coloured saucer, beautifully ended off his routine by resting his hands on his crossed leg.
He took in a massive amount of air and a faint smile surfaced.
“The temperature of the water is adjusted just fine for today.” He commented.
“We’ve put your feedback into deep considerations, Sir. We wish you’ll enjoy your tea to the fullest.” I smiled and placed a plate of cookies before him. “This is complimentary.”
“Thanks.” He lifted up the teacup and took a silent sip.
This indoor garden café was started up by my grandfather. Due to his fondness towards flowers, he tried to grow and breed various types of flowers here. It was then an additional café was built in when my father took over - due to his overgrowth fondness of tea.
And for me, I love both.
“Have you heard of this poem in the Mother Goose?” He started a conversation after we exchanged glances and smiled to each other. “Roses are red,”
“Violets are blue?” I reacted rather swiftly.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking through.”
“About?”
“Well, roses aren’t necessarily red.”
“Well, yeah. There sure are bountiful types of roses out there.”
“And I’ve always thought that violets are purple.”
I chuckled a little.
“Well, they are blue.” I placed the teacup and the table cloth on the counter after wiping it.
“Then what about purple?”
I thought for a moment.
“Lavenders?”
He then looked down to his tea and laughed.
-
I’ve been brooding over this certain sound recently.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
It was that sound again - the sound of sugar cubes being dropped into French vanilla black tea.
The scent of the air changed when the tea diffused its smell.
“About the roses we’ve talked about yesterday,” I spoke while arranging the furniture in the garden. “Recently, the hybrid tea roses had bloomed. If it’s your pleasure, you can feel free to see it. It’s at the back of the garden, behind the chrysanthemums.”
“I appreciate your invitation.” He looked up to me. “If it’s my pleasure, can I invite you to go with me too?” He smiled.
“Sure.” And that smile was reciprocated.
-
“Roses aren’t necessarily red.” He bent down and smelt one of the hybrid tea roses. “What’s the name of this? It possesses a really rich scent.”
“Enchanted Evening, Sir.”
“It’s really an enchanted evening right here.” He stretched his lips a little outward. “What about this, the orange one?”
“Angelique.”
“The name is as beautiful as its colour.”
“Yeah,” I swallowed. “Although its fragrance is not as rich as Enchanted Evening, it sure gives out a really vibrant feeling around it.”
“Brilliant.”
“Would you like to bring some home for a bath?”
“Can I?”
“Sure, please hold on for a moment while I get the tools and wrapping materials prepared.” I excused myself to the storeroom.
“Enchanted Evening, huh…”
-
Plop.
It’s…
Plop.
This sound…
Plop.
Again.
“Do you like sweets?” I asked while looking down to the pastry shelf. “You’d always drop three cubes of sugar. It’s really, really rare to see my customers adding so much sugar. Sometimes they don’t even add them.”
He took off the spoon after stirring his Sakura green tea three times in a clockwise direction. He looked up to me and smiled, “Yes. But I’ll only put them in teas.”
“Why is that so?”
He continued to smile.
“Do you know what Sakura symbolises?” He changed the topic naturally.
“Transience.” He looked at me into the eyes. “Because it has a short lifespan, however, despite that, its beauty is breathtaking when it blooms.”
He laughed and spoke nothing.
“Did I say anything wrong?”
“Nope,” He shook his head with his elbow pressing on the table, palms stick together, chin resting on the side of his thumbs. “The Enchanted Evening from yesterday gave me a good night sleep. Thanks a lot.”
“It’s my pleasure.” I placed a slice of strawberry shortcake on his table. “This is complimentary.” I tilted my head and smiled.
-
For some reason,
Plop.
Whenever I heard this sound,
Plop.
My heart would,
Plop.
Flutter.
“Have you taken a liking to Sakura teas?” I pushed the tea cart to the counter. “You’re drinking it in black tea today.” I turned back and looked at him.
“Yeah, it’s breathtakingly fragrant.”
“I see,” I widened my smile a little, showing a little of my gums. “That’s good to hear.” I bowed to him and walked toward the counter, heading to the pastry shelf.
“Today’s complimentary...” He voiced out suddenly, but hesitated a little. “Can I request for something else?”
“Okay,” I paused. “What do you particularly want?”
“You.” He cleared his throat.
“Sorry?”
“Please take this seat.” He stood up and pulled out the chair opposite of his.
“Alright.” I bowed again and took that seat reluctantly.
“Pardon me from now on.” He bowed to me and I bowed back. Seconds later, he took a deep breath. “I haven’t been having decent sleeps during the past few months. Truth is that I’ve recalled a lot of unfavourable memories from my amnesia. One of them was being physically abused by my parent. Although she’s no longer living in this world, some fragments of the memory still sting; therefore leading to my insomnia. After I’ve visited her grave, I happened to pass by here and bit by bit the scent of this garden infused into my memory and every breath I took in, brought a little bit of pain out of me.”
I looked into his eyes and lent my ears to him wholeheartedly.
“Sorry, is this too much? I know it’s kind of personal but…”
“Nope, it’s okay. If it makes you feel any better, I’d gladly lend you these ears until the sun sets.”
“Thank you.”
Donghae was brought up by a single-parent family. His mother used to abuse him physically and led him fell into amnesia due to trauma. He was then being raised in special homes and not long after, his mother passed away. Although at that time when he didn’t know about her existence, he’d still feel the existence of the bruises and scars imprinted in his heart. He knew that he was being physically abused.
-
“This is complimentary, Earl Grey with Cosmos Atrosanguineus.”
“It smells like chocolate.”
“Yup, it has another name - Chocolate Cosmos.”
“It has a rich scent of vanilla.”
“Try it?”
“Okay.” He looked up to me and smiled for a second and opened the cap of the sugar container.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
Three stirs in a clockwise direction.
I wonder when… Did I get hold of his drinking habits so well.
“Thank you for yesterday.” He smiled.
“No problem. Did you sleep well yesterday night, too?”
“Yup, pretty much.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Oh right,” He placed the teacup back on the saucer after sipping it. “I’ve been thinking - don’t you sell these flowers?”
“No, not really. We haven’t been selling flowers since the first day of opening.”
“I see.”
“But if you want it I can give some of them to you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s my pleasure.”
“No, it’s definitely my pleasure.” He grinned.
Every day, Donghae would request a type of flower he wanted. Until the fifth day he brought back all the flowers.
“Hyukjae,” He stood before me at the counter. I was cleaning up the teacups and saucers. “Salvia guaranitica.” He placed it on the counter. “Memory.” Oh, it’s another hybrid tea rose that had just bloomed. “Enchanted Evening and Angelique.” That two hybrid tea roses we discussed about on that evening. “And, Powerhouse Rose.”
I looked at him, not uttering a sound.
“What do they symbolise?”
“Salvia guaranitica…”
I think of you.
“Memory…”
It’s dark pink so… thank you?
“Enchanted Evening.”
Enchantment.
“Angelique.”
Desire.
“Powerhouse rose.”
It’s red, in full bloom.
“I… love you?”
No wait a minute, Powerhouse roses don’t have any thorns.
It’s… love at first sight.
“So, what do they symbolise?”
I got myself weak-kneed and I hid myself behind the counter.
“It’s… too embarrassing to say them aloud.”
“I see…” He laughed. “As I thought, roses have to be red.”
“Huh?” I looked up but he wasn’t at his initial spot anymore.
“I’m here.” I turned back face was approximately 5 centermetres apart from his. “This coming spring, would you like to watch the Cherry blossoms with me?”
I nodded my head.
-
There’s always this sound that had been troubling me for a while.
Plop.
“Roses are red, violets are blue.”
Plop.
“Sugar is sweet,”
Plop.
“And so are you.”
A/n: I drank a flower tea this afternoon. I'm kind of grateful to it since it drove off my writer's block for a moment. But I'm still on the highest peak of everything-block so don't look for me ;A; comments are definitely highly appreciated. Readers, I love you so much <3
Pairing: Haehyuk
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Fluff, Romance, Slice of life
Length: One-shot, 1,518 words
Summary: For some reason, whenever I heard this sound, my heart would flutter.
Something sounded really weird; it wasn’t the sound of flower petals fluttering with the wind, it wasn’t the sound of birds chirping, it wasn’t the sound of British breakfast tea being poured out from the mouth of the teapot and it wasn’t the sound of Lee Donghae.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
It was the sound of sugar cubes being dropped into Earl Grey Lavender, the aroma of the hot liquid swelled and filled up the whole atmosphere of the indoor garden. He stirred his tea gracefully to a clockwise direction and left the spoon on the blue coloured saucer, beautifully ended off his routine by resting his hands on his crossed leg.
He took in a massive amount of air and a faint smile surfaced.
“The temperature of the water is adjusted just fine for today.” He commented.
“We’ve put your feedback into deep considerations, Sir. We wish you’ll enjoy your tea to the fullest.” I smiled and placed a plate of cookies before him. “This is complimentary.”
“Thanks.” He lifted up the teacup and took a silent sip.
This indoor garden café was started up by my grandfather. Due to his fondness towards flowers, he tried to grow and breed various types of flowers here. It was then an additional café was built in when my father took over - due to his overgrowth fondness of tea.
And for me, I love both.
“Have you heard of this poem in the Mother Goose?” He started a conversation after we exchanged glances and smiled to each other. “Roses are red,”
“Violets are blue?” I reacted rather swiftly.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking through.”
“About?”
“Well, roses aren’t necessarily red.”
“Well, yeah. There sure are bountiful types of roses out there.”
“And I’ve always thought that violets are purple.”
I chuckled a little.
“Well, they are blue.” I placed the teacup and the table cloth on the counter after wiping it.
“Then what about purple?”
I thought for a moment.
“Lavenders?”
He then looked down to his tea and laughed.
-
I’ve been brooding over this certain sound recently.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
It was that sound again - the sound of sugar cubes being dropped into French vanilla black tea.
The scent of the air changed when the tea diffused its smell.
“About the roses we’ve talked about yesterday,” I spoke while arranging the furniture in the garden. “Recently, the hybrid tea roses had bloomed. If it’s your pleasure, you can feel free to see it. It’s at the back of the garden, behind the chrysanthemums.”
“I appreciate your invitation.” He looked up to me. “If it’s my pleasure, can I invite you to go with me too?” He smiled.
“Sure.” And that smile was reciprocated.
-
“Roses aren’t necessarily red.” He bent down and smelt one of the hybrid tea roses. “What’s the name of this? It possesses a really rich scent.”
“Enchanted Evening, Sir.”
“It’s really an enchanted evening right here.” He stretched his lips a little outward. “What about this, the orange one?”
“Angelique.”
“The name is as beautiful as its colour.”
“Yeah,” I swallowed. “Although its fragrance is not as rich as Enchanted Evening, it sure gives out a really vibrant feeling around it.”
“Brilliant.”
“Would you like to bring some home for a bath?”
“Can I?”
“Sure, please hold on for a moment while I get the tools and wrapping materials prepared.” I excused myself to the storeroom.
“Enchanted Evening, huh…”
-
Plop.
It’s…
Plop.
This sound…
Plop.
Again.
“Do you like sweets?” I asked while looking down to the pastry shelf. “You’d always drop three cubes of sugar. It’s really, really rare to see my customers adding so much sugar. Sometimes they don’t even add them.”
He took off the spoon after stirring his Sakura green tea three times in a clockwise direction. He looked up to me and smiled, “Yes. But I’ll only put them in teas.”
“Why is that so?”
He continued to smile.
“Do you know what Sakura symbolises?” He changed the topic naturally.
“Transience.” He looked at me into the eyes. “Because it has a short lifespan, however, despite that, its beauty is breathtaking when it blooms.”
He laughed and spoke nothing.
“Did I say anything wrong?”
“Nope,” He shook his head with his elbow pressing on the table, palms stick together, chin resting on the side of his thumbs. “The Enchanted Evening from yesterday gave me a good night sleep. Thanks a lot.”
“It’s my pleasure.” I placed a slice of strawberry shortcake on his table. “This is complimentary.” I tilted my head and smiled.
-
For some reason,
Plop.
Whenever I heard this sound,
Plop.
My heart would,
Plop.
Flutter.
“Have you taken a liking to Sakura teas?” I pushed the tea cart to the counter. “You’re drinking it in black tea today.” I turned back and looked at him.
“Yeah, it’s breathtakingly fragrant.”
“I see,” I widened my smile a little, showing a little of my gums. “That’s good to hear.” I bowed to him and walked toward the counter, heading to the pastry shelf.
“Today’s complimentary...” He voiced out suddenly, but hesitated a little. “Can I request for something else?”
“Okay,” I paused. “What do you particularly want?”
“You.” He cleared his throat.
“Sorry?”
“Please take this seat.” He stood up and pulled out the chair opposite of his.
“Alright.” I bowed again and took that seat reluctantly.
“Pardon me from now on.” He bowed to me and I bowed back. Seconds later, he took a deep breath. “I haven’t been having decent sleeps during the past few months. Truth is that I’ve recalled a lot of unfavourable memories from my amnesia. One of them was being physically abused by my parent. Although she’s no longer living in this world, some fragments of the memory still sting; therefore leading to my insomnia. After I’ve visited her grave, I happened to pass by here and bit by bit the scent of this garden infused into my memory and every breath I took in, brought a little bit of pain out of me.”
I looked into his eyes and lent my ears to him wholeheartedly.
“Sorry, is this too much? I know it’s kind of personal but…”
“Nope, it’s okay. If it makes you feel any better, I’d gladly lend you these ears until the sun sets.”
“Thank you.”
Donghae was brought up by a single-parent family. His mother used to abuse him physically and led him fell into amnesia due to trauma. He was then being raised in special homes and not long after, his mother passed away. Although at that time when he didn’t know about her existence, he’d still feel the existence of the bruises and scars imprinted in his heart. He knew that he was being physically abused.
-
“This is complimentary, Earl Grey with Cosmos Atrosanguineus.”
“It smells like chocolate.”
“Yup, it has another name - Chocolate Cosmos.”
“It has a rich scent of vanilla.”
“Try it?”
“Okay.” He looked up to me and smiled for a second and opened the cap of the sugar container.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
Three stirs in a clockwise direction.
I wonder when… Did I get hold of his drinking habits so well.
“Thank you for yesterday.” He smiled.
“No problem. Did you sleep well yesterday night, too?”
“Yup, pretty much.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Oh right,” He placed the teacup back on the saucer after sipping it. “I’ve been thinking - don’t you sell these flowers?”
“No, not really. We haven’t been selling flowers since the first day of opening.”
“I see.”
“But if you want it I can give some of them to you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s my pleasure.”
“No, it’s definitely my pleasure.” He grinned.
Every day, Donghae would request a type of flower he wanted. Until the fifth day he brought back all the flowers.
“Hyukjae,” He stood before me at the counter. I was cleaning up the teacups and saucers. “Salvia guaranitica.” He placed it on the counter. “Memory.” Oh, it’s another hybrid tea rose that had just bloomed. “Enchanted Evening and Angelique.” That two hybrid tea roses we discussed about on that evening. “And, Powerhouse Rose.”
I looked at him, not uttering a sound.
“What do they symbolise?”
“Salvia guaranitica…”
I think of you.
“Memory…”
It’s dark pink so… thank you?
“Enchanted Evening.”
Enchantment.
“Angelique.”
Desire.
“Powerhouse rose.”
It’s red, in full bloom.
“I… love you?”
No wait a minute, Powerhouse roses don’t have any thorns.
It’s… love at first sight.
“So, what do they symbolise?”
I got myself weak-kneed and I hid myself behind the counter.
“It’s… too embarrassing to say them aloud.”
“I see…” He laughed. “As I thought, roses have to be red.”
“Huh?” I looked up but he wasn’t at his initial spot anymore.
“I’m here.” I turned back face was approximately 5 centermetres apart from his. “This coming spring, would you like to watch the Cherry blossoms with me?”
I nodded my head.
-
There’s always this sound that had been troubling me for a while.
Plop.
“Roses are red, violets are blue.”
Plop.
“Sugar is sweet,”
Plop.
“And so are you.”
A/n: I drank a flower tea this afternoon. I'm kind of grateful to it since it drove off my writer's block for a moment. But I'm still on the highest peak of everything-block so don't look for me ;A; comments are definitely highly appreciated. Readers, I love you so much <3