Destiny...(5/?)
a/n: italics are Jinki's thoughts
there's lots of thoughts about Jinki to his umma, so bear with it, it may sound sad to some of you, i don't know...enjoy! (:
With my balloons in hand, gosh this is embarrassing, umma and I went around Namsan Tower, taking pictures with one another with our polaroid camera.
Taking in every lovely scenery around the observatory, I didn’t realise how beautiful and spacious the blue sky of Seoul could get. Things seem exceptionally breathtaking and amazing when I get to spend the last of my time with umma. Though I don’t know when exactly I would be sentenced to my death because of my brain tumor.
Sometimes I really hate the driver who hit me with his car on that faithful day. Why did it have to be me? Why can’t it be somebody else? Why must umma be put through this all over again, seeing her loved one die and she can’t anything to stop me from dying. No matter how rich we were, there’s no way to stop the tumor in my brain from growing bigger each day, killing me slowly bit by bit.
Even though I didn’t want to show it, my umma and I would realise that I’m getting weaker each day, feeling more tired than the day before. The intervals of my migraine hitting me would get shorter and harder. But I would do my best to mask my pain behind my grin, my grin that umma loved so dearly. I don’t want her to see me in pain though she already knew how much I am enduring and she too is enduring my pain, smiling as much as she could in front of me.
I sound like I am in love with my umma huh? The truth is, I am deeply in love with her, so much that I wouldn’t want to leave her.
But what could I do other than this? Smiling and building memories for her to fill up the space that I would leave behind. I can’t even find the courage to hate the driver who did this to me anymore, because I need all my courage and energy to face the brand new day that I would have to face next. To make my umma smile, always remember me smiling and not me in pain, I need to do my best to fight the pain off. My best…
“Jinki-ah! You’re spacing out on me here!” umma’s grumble brought me back to reality from my endless train of thoughts.
“Ah-ah! Mianhae umma,” I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly, “you were saying?” I asked with apologetic eyes.
She smiled at my reaction, “I was saying, why not let’s go up to the café on the tower, take a break and have a cup of coffee and maybe get cake for you. We’ve been taking so many pictures that it’s already evening now,” she said as she pointed to the setting sun not far from our sight.
Ah, time sure passed by quickly when we’re having fun. I didn’t realise that I said that out loud, causing my umma to chuckle, “It sure does, now let’s go,” she smiled sweetly as she pulled me up from my seat on the steps.
She held my hand in hers as she led me up the steps towards the entrance of the tower. It feels like I’m a four year old all over again, holding my umma’s hand heading to wherever we would go, in plain happiness and bliss, with my umma’s love circling me, I never want to let go of her. Never.
We bought our tickets to the tower and stepped into the elevator and headed to the Sky Café which was on the second floor of the tower, though it looks way higher than any normal building’s second storey.
The moment we stepped out of the elevator, we’re greeted by the lovely sunset and pleasant aroma of coffee coming from the café counter. We went to look for seats and found a great spot near the railings where we can see the sunset and view of Seoul.
After sitting down for less than a minute, I stood up stretching my back, ready to head for the counter. “Umma, what would you like to drink?” I asked.
“Hmm, a vanilla latte would do, thanks sweetie,” she replied while staring afar, but I could see her peaceful smile.
“Ye, coming right up!” I smiled back in return though I’m certain she wouldn’t see it and jogged heartily towards the counter.
When I got to the counter, I looked up at the menu to see what drink I should get, bearing in mind to get umma’s vanilla latte and some cakes.
“Annyeonghaseyo, what can I get for you?” the barista who was busying himself behind the espresso machine approached the counter and asked politely.
When I turned my gazed from the menu board to him, I was shocked to see that the barista has big doe eyes and he’s very tall, partly because he’s behind the counter, but I’m sure he’s taller than me. He can easily be mistaken for a girl if not for his height and deep baritone voice that gave him away. I nearly forgot all my orders I had in mind after seeing such a beauty.
“Hm- I would like to have a vanilla latte, mocha latte and can I have them with two different types of cakes?” I nearly stumbled on my own words because I was still thinking of the previous thought. Yes, the one about him being mistaken as a girl.
“Of course you can, what type of cakes would you want? Oh, and for your drinks, would you want them hot or cold?” he asked as the tapped the screen of the cash register, looking up occasionally to make sure I was listening.
“Hmm, I’ll have them hot, I think my umma likes her drink hot. Hmm…the cakes……what would you recommend?” I mumbled a little before walking towards the cake fridge on the right contemplating which cake to get.
He too followed my steps and moved towards the cake fridge, “What is your preference? I mean, do you like sweet cakes, cheese cakes, chocolate cakes or nutty cakes?” he asked thoughtfully, fixing his glance at the cakes in the fridge instead of me this time.
“Chocolate cakes! But wait, I like cheese cakes and sweet cakes too! Ugh,” I rolled eyes at myself for being indecisive.
His baritone chuckle ring a bell in my head, damn he sounds familiar too…
“Why not get all of them? We have this really good New York cheesecake and warm chocolate cake, you should really try them,” he folded his arms and rested them on top of the cake fridge and tilted his head to looked at me considerately.
I found myself staring into his doe eyes for a moment before recovering with a tiny blush, which I hope he wouldn’t notice. Why am I being so much of a girl lately!
“O-ok,” I stuttered blinking my eyes to focus on the espresso machine instead.
“Be right up,” he chuckled again before busying himself at the espresso machine making the said lattes and then moving back and forth the cake fridge to fetch the cakes and decorate them nicely on the plates while the milk boils and stuff.
During the process, I found myself boring holes at his back again. His black vest top and jeans complimented his body very well, he’s fit from what I could see. Curves of muscles showing under his folded shirt sleeves. He sure is a masterpiece.
He’s capable of doing all these things alone, if it was me, I’m sure I would end up burning myself with the coffee, slipping on the wet floor or doing something stupid.
The bubbling of hot milk pulled me back to reality, noticing that the boy was looking at me as well. “Have I seen you before?” I blurted out.
The boy just smiled and chuckled, “Maybe…” before going back to make the last cup of my drink and decorating it with his barista skills.
Not long later, he served me my orders on a big tray, “Do you want me to bring it to your table? That’s a lot to handle,” he offered.
“Eh, sure, thank you,” I grinned as I walked towards my table where my umma was still watching the sunset. I didn’t want to spill everything over and end up with nothing to drink or eat. The said boy followed behind me with my orders in hand.
I took my seat as he served the cakes and drinks onto our small table. “Wow, this is so pretty,” my umma piped up as she saw the decorations on the cake and drinks.
There were chocolate sauce and strawberries on the warm chocolate cake which came with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. While the cheesecake came with strawberries and blueberries. The drinks came with a monkey and bunnies latte art. He’s got talent! My eyes widened in amusement to his artwork.
“Thank you so much dear, how much would these be?” my umma started running through her bag for her purse.
Shucks! I forgot to pay again?! I slapped myself mentally.
“It’s on the house,” he smiled down to both me and my umma.
“No no no, you can’t do this, your boss would get you for this. Take the money,” umma took out a few 10,000won bills, which would be enough to pay for our orders and tip the boy generously.
“Nobody would get me if I’m the boss, right?” said boy chuckled. “It’s alright ummoni, just promise to come back more often, I can tell you love the view from here.” He smiled while hold the now empty tray with his both hands.
“Ah, but…” umma eyed him carefully before going on “Oh alright, we’ll be back often, I promise, right Jinki?” she turned to me with a hopeful grin.
I nodded and agreed with her without thinking much. “Ye,” I said louder than I expected.
Both umma and the boy laughed at my response.
Umma turned her attention back to the boy checking his nametag before continuing, “Thank you so much Minho-ssi, we’ll be back, don’t worry,” she grinned up at the boy.
“My pleasure and you can call me Minho. I’ll see you again then,” he bowed before going back to his work at the counter.
“He’s such a nice boy,” umma said before seeping on her vanilla late with a monkey on it.
Minho…he sure is nice and very familiar too…
What an interesting day I had…
I wondered as I took a sip of my mocha latte and fixed my gazed on the orange horizon spreading across Seoul.
a/n: ok chap 5's up! it's a little bit longer, just a little bit...sealing all the appearance of characters now. so you've seen them all and for those of you who didn't know who was the very 1st boy in the photo shop, that's taemin, but i'm sure i'm speaking the obvious now xD
since everyone of them had appeared, are you wondering who's the angel, devil, demon or death? note that i'm not stating them in sequences here keke ^^
here's the pictures of the latte art "minho" did.
monkey and bunnies ^ㅠ^
so hope you'll stay tuned to the fic and comments are loved! the next chap's on the way, i so wanted to make a multiple update but i couldn't put myself to it after reading what i wrote for the next chap, so i'm going to change it, its weird now...so gidallyeo~~~ ♥
there's lots of thoughts about Jinki to his umma, so bear with it, it may sound sad to some of you, i don't know...enjoy! (:
With my balloons in hand, gosh this is embarrassing, umma and I went around Namsan Tower, taking pictures with one another with our polaroid camera.
Taking in every lovely scenery around the observatory, I didn’t realise how beautiful and spacious the blue sky of Seoul could get. Things seem exceptionally breathtaking and amazing when I get to spend the last of my time with umma. Though I don’t know when exactly I would be sentenced to my death because of my brain tumor.
Sometimes I really hate the driver who hit me with his car on that faithful day. Why did it have to be me? Why can’t it be somebody else? Why must umma be put through this all over again, seeing her loved one die and she can’t anything to stop me from dying. No matter how rich we were, there’s no way to stop the tumor in my brain from growing bigger each day, killing me slowly bit by bit.
Even though I didn’t want to show it, my umma and I would realise that I’m getting weaker each day, feeling more tired than the day before. The intervals of my migraine hitting me would get shorter and harder. But I would do my best to mask my pain behind my grin, my grin that umma loved so dearly. I don’t want her to see me in pain though she already knew how much I am enduring and she too is enduring my pain, smiling as much as she could in front of me.
I sound like I am in love with my umma huh? The truth is, I am deeply in love with her, so much that I wouldn’t want to leave her.
But what could I do other than this? Smiling and building memories for her to fill up the space that I would leave behind. I can’t even find the courage to hate the driver who did this to me anymore, because I need all my courage and energy to face the brand new day that I would have to face next. To make my umma smile, always remember me smiling and not me in pain, I need to do my best to fight the pain off. My best…
“Jinki-ah! You’re spacing out on me here!” umma’s grumble brought me back to reality from my endless train of thoughts.
“Ah-ah! Mianhae umma,” I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly, “you were saying?” I asked with apologetic eyes.
She smiled at my reaction, “I was saying, why not let’s go up to the café on the tower, take a break and have a cup of coffee and maybe get cake for you. We’ve been taking so many pictures that it’s already evening now,” she said as she pointed to the setting sun not far from our sight.
Ah, time sure passed by quickly when we’re having fun. I didn’t realise that I said that out loud, causing my umma to chuckle, “It sure does, now let’s go,” she smiled sweetly as she pulled me up from my seat on the steps.
She held my hand in hers as she led me up the steps towards the entrance of the tower. It feels like I’m a four year old all over again, holding my umma’s hand heading to wherever we would go, in plain happiness and bliss, with my umma’s love circling me, I never want to let go of her. Never.
We bought our tickets to the tower and stepped into the elevator and headed to the Sky Café which was on the second floor of the tower, though it looks way higher than any normal building’s second storey.
The moment we stepped out of the elevator, we’re greeted by the lovely sunset and pleasant aroma of coffee coming from the café counter. We went to look for seats and found a great spot near the railings where we can see the sunset and view of Seoul.
After sitting down for less than a minute, I stood up stretching my back, ready to head for the counter. “Umma, what would you like to drink?” I asked.
“Hmm, a vanilla latte would do, thanks sweetie,” she replied while staring afar, but I could see her peaceful smile.
“Ye, coming right up!” I smiled back in return though I’m certain she wouldn’t see it and jogged heartily towards the counter.
When I got to the counter, I looked up at the menu to see what drink I should get, bearing in mind to get umma’s vanilla latte and some cakes.
“Annyeonghaseyo, what can I get for you?” the barista who was busying himself behind the espresso machine approached the counter and asked politely.
When I turned my gazed from the menu board to him, I was shocked to see that the barista has big doe eyes and he’s very tall, partly because he’s behind the counter, but I’m sure he’s taller than me. He can easily be mistaken for a girl if not for his height and deep baritone voice that gave him away. I nearly forgot all my orders I had in mind after seeing such a beauty.
“Hm- I would like to have a vanilla latte, mocha latte and can I have them with two different types of cakes?” I nearly stumbled on my own words because I was still thinking of the previous thought. Yes, the one about him being mistaken as a girl.
“Of course you can, what type of cakes would you want? Oh, and for your drinks, would you want them hot or cold?” he asked as the tapped the screen of the cash register, looking up occasionally to make sure I was listening.
“Hmm, I’ll have them hot, I think my umma likes her drink hot. Hmm…the cakes……what would you recommend?” I mumbled a little before walking towards the cake fridge on the right contemplating which cake to get.
He too followed my steps and moved towards the cake fridge, “What is your preference? I mean, do you like sweet cakes, cheese cakes, chocolate cakes or nutty cakes?” he asked thoughtfully, fixing his glance at the cakes in the fridge instead of me this time.
“Chocolate cakes! But wait, I like cheese cakes and sweet cakes too! Ugh,” I rolled eyes at myself for being indecisive.
His baritone chuckle ring a bell in my head, damn he sounds familiar too…
“Why not get all of them? We have this really good New York cheesecake and warm chocolate cake, you should really try them,” he folded his arms and rested them on top of the cake fridge and tilted his head to looked at me considerately.
I found myself staring into his doe eyes for a moment before recovering with a tiny blush, which I hope he wouldn’t notice. Why am I being so much of a girl lately!
“O-ok,” I stuttered blinking my eyes to focus on the espresso machine instead.
“Be right up,” he chuckled again before busying himself at the espresso machine making the said lattes and then moving back and forth the cake fridge to fetch the cakes and decorate them nicely on the plates while the milk boils and stuff.
During the process, I found myself boring holes at his back again. His black vest top and jeans complimented his body very well, he’s fit from what I could see. Curves of muscles showing under his folded shirt sleeves. He sure is a masterpiece.
He’s capable of doing all these things alone, if it was me, I’m sure I would end up burning myself with the coffee, slipping on the wet floor or doing something stupid.
The bubbling of hot milk pulled me back to reality, noticing that the boy was looking at me as well. “Have I seen you before?” I blurted out.
The boy just smiled and chuckled, “Maybe…” before going back to make the last cup of my drink and decorating it with his barista skills.
Not long later, he served me my orders on a big tray, “Do you want me to bring it to your table? That’s a lot to handle,” he offered.
“Eh, sure, thank you,” I grinned as I walked towards my table where my umma was still watching the sunset. I didn’t want to spill everything over and end up with nothing to drink or eat. The said boy followed behind me with my orders in hand.
I took my seat as he served the cakes and drinks onto our small table. “Wow, this is so pretty,” my umma piped up as she saw the decorations on the cake and drinks.
There were chocolate sauce and strawberries on the warm chocolate cake which came with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. While the cheesecake came with strawberries and blueberries. The drinks came with a monkey and bunnies latte art. He’s got talent! My eyes widened in amusement to his artwork.
“Thank you so much dear, how much would these be?” my umma started running through her bag for her purse.
Shucks! I forgot to pay again?! I slapped myself mentally.
“It’s on the house,” he smiled down to both me and my umma.
“No no no, you can’t do this, your boss would get you for this. Take the money,” umma took out a few 10,000won bills, which would be enough to pay for our orders and tip the boy generously.
“Nobody would get me if I’m the boss, right?” said boy chuckled. “It’s alright ummoni, just promise to come back more often, I can tell you love the view from here.” He smiled while hold the now empty tray with his both hands.
“Ah, but…” umma eyed him carefully before going on “Oh alright, we’ll be back often, I promise, right Jinki?” she turned to me with a hopeful grin.
I nodded and agreed with her without thinking much. “Ye,” I said louder than I expected.
Both umma and the boy laughed at my response.
Umma turned her attention back to the boy checking his nametag before continuing, “Thank you so much Minho-ssi, we’ll be back, don’t worry,” she grinned up at the boy.
“My pleasure and you can call me Minho. I’ll see you again then,” he bowed before going back to his work at the counter.
“He’s such a nice boy,” umma said before seeping on her vanilla late with a monkey on it.
Minho…he sure is nice and very familiar too…
What an interesting day I had…
I wondered as I took a sip of my mocha latte and fixed my gazed on the orange horizon spreading across Seoul.
a/n: ok chap 5's up! it's a little bit longer, just a little bit...sealing all the appearance of characters now. so you've seen them all and for those of you who didn't know who was the very 1st boy in the photo shop, that's taemin, but i'm sure i'm speaking the obvious now xD
since everyone of them had appeared, are you wondering who's the angel, devil, demon or death? note that i'm not stating them in sequences here keke ^^
here's the pictures of the latte art "minho" did.
monkey and bunnies ^ㅠ^
so hope you'll stay tuned to the fic and comments are loved! the next chap's on the way, i so wanted to make a multiple update but i couldn't put myself to it after reading what i wrote for the next chap, so i'm going to change it, its weird now...so gidallyeo~~~ ♥