Unforgettable (G-Ri Version)
Title: Unforgettable (G-Ri version)
Author: Winna Effendi
Re-written by mrsvictory
Pairing(s): G-Ri
Casts: included TVXQ and Big Bang's members
Length: Prologue + Part 1
Summary:
This is a piece of story from the time about waiting. Their story that has ever lived in the waiting and then meets love.
an: This is a novel by Winna Efendi, originally written in Bahasa. This the first time I translate a novel. I change the whole casts into some Kpop artists. I also change some plots since this story will be a yaoi story and my style of writing is different from Winna's. All disclaimers belong to Winna Efendi. Thanks to her for making the fluffy novel.
***
Prologue
The small shop is named Muse.
The owners are brothers, who have been living long enough with the dusty crates of wine vintage bottles and the childhood memories in their sheets of mind.
This is the story about the younger brother. A guy in the middle of twenty, hiding amongst the book's pages but defining himself through the ink forming the words.
And another guy whose his silhouette created dreams, in which they meet for the first time. Arousing something in the younger guy that has been buried for so long by the time. Making him realized, he has just been waiting all this time.
As everyone lives in a waiting.
***
1.1 Gabernet Sauvignon
Mirror on the ceiling, the pink campagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here,
of our own device
- The Eagle, "Hotel California"
JiYong came everyday.
He always came in the same time; five minutes before nine. Staying in a seat at the corner, near the high rack fulled by the magazines and books for the last decade. Rather secluded from the crowds, the corner which wasn't so favorable for people. A single cigarette was always inserted between his middle and index fingers, its tip lightening with a speck of orange-like fire.
Nothing was special about him. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the dents on his shirts apparently quite tired, as tired as the expression on his face. His face was ordinary, though it was quite handsome. His skin was rather tan, his tall figure inclined thin, but his shoulder was broad. His gaze was droopy. That was probably why the other guy kept staring him, half expecting he could stop it, and half hoping the tired man wouldn't catch him doing this. That, and the desire to find out his eyes' color.
Who knew. Sometimes, those random obsessions appeared all the way, making him amazed.
JiYong ordered the same beverage he used to drink. Cabarnet Sauvignon. Only a glass, that was all. The glass wouldn't be touched long enough. He was just silent, tapping his fingers tracing the wood fibers on the table, until the time creeping closer to eleven, and he would gulp down the glass 'till it was empty. And gone, along with the night, with the ray of the lamps and the sound of the vehicles that became more indistinct. A paper of a paper of fifty-thousand-won was always slipped under the empty glass, as a thank that wasn't aimed to anybody. He was the type of visitors liked by the sommelier; the type that wasn't fussy and served too much, and gave a big tip too.
Nonetheless, for the other guy, was vice versa.
When Seungri came, he couldn't write. Worried, his fingers only typed, deleted, typed, deleted. Sometimes, the cursor flickered on the screen, not going to move. When JiYong was about to go, he sighed deeply, and persisted to work 'till morning. Usually, he would sleep, faced on the table, until his older brother came to cover him with the wool blanket on his cold body.
***
This place was an old house before; a house in which a small family used to live, until there were only left the two brothers, Seungri and his brother, Seunghyun.
Somehow, the house felt too huge for them. Sometimes, when Seungri was looking at their parents' bedroom, which was empty now, he was recalled by the very loneliness, too immense 'till he had to divert his face and pretend not to see anything. Thus, Seunghyun used to let door close more often.
Two years ago, the house was reorganized into a casual wine house. Seunghyun didn't invent too much about the decoration and interiors, however he wanted to keep the base form of this house, as though demanding to trap all the memories indirectly. And Seungri never minded.
Actually, the wine house was successful. Many of the young executive as well as the wine lovers came merely to taste their favorite wines, or bought it to equip their collections in their house. The ideas to expand it often passed on Seunghyun's mind, but he apparently still doubted to do it. For him, what he had been gaining until now was more than enough.
They both knew about wine from their father. Before, their father used to bring bottle by bottle of wine from the visits from overseas businesses. Seungri and Seunghyun learned how to open a wine for the first time -gentle, no noise, and pouring it into a big-headed tall glass and sniffing in it. "Don't drink it directly," their father said. "Enjoy the aroma. We can know many things about wine by sensing its smell."
They helped his father to build a wine cellar in their house. Bottles by bottles from various years, countries, and types were arranged orderly on the wooden rack. They learned to be persevering in maintaining the wine collections; from its storage means, the appropriate temperatures to keep their preservation, up to the art to taste it. Time after time, they understood that the smell of tint that was too much could bring about the smell from the bottles which were stored, it could affect the taste too. They knew each name and year written on the labels as well, they remembered its price and its place of origin, they memorized precisely the taste and aroma from each wine they ever tasted. Wine became an inseparable part of their life -an obsession. Wine was too tight hooked with the past, and too limy to be left for their future.
When their father died three years ago, he left a wine cellar in the old house, along with the hundreds of the wine collections he handed on. Sometimes, Seungri felt, with establishing Muse, his brother actually wanted to bring their father to life. Reminiscing, recalling, and feeling about him. Seungri felt the same.
Seungri was daydreamed all day long, watching people passing by the Muse. Sitting on a square table right beside the huge window. At the beginning, he liked the dark attic on the upper floor more to work with the ink and his papers. Yet, the longer, the place felt too gagged, too private, and too lonesome. He wanted to be able to observe more freely, noticing everything moving freely though he realized he would never be a part of them. The small table beside the window preserved permanently, eventually.
The outside world, for him, was a display window. The movements of the clouds on the canvas of sky. The raindrops chased following the gravitation. Human beings in every form and behavior. How everything affected and was influenced by each other.
Despite of that, crowds in the Muse, Seungri still felt lonesome.
***
Tonight, that man didn't come again.
But today, there was something different. Today, JiYong didn't only sink in his own shadow. Today, he lifted his face.
And their eyes met.
***
What's time right now?
The man focused his eyes on his leather watch wrapping his wrist. The watch was a gift; vintage Rolex; gift from Europe last year. It wasn't his taste, but always inviting praise from every person who saw it. He only half believed it as people was only pleasantries in a bad effort to start a conversation. Or, the worst, a coax. His instinct had been trained not to believe easily.
Muse. Later, this place became the right area to run off, to let off the burden for awhile, before his jag was started towards the morning came. A way to fight against his insomnia trouble, since he stopped trying to find any solution through the treatments.To present his own self with a glass of wine, when everything ran well, or worst. To be alone and look for the silence, as he was too busy lately, with the crowded and complicated. A place in which he knew no one and was unknown, when he wouldn't be assess and didn't had to assess anything.
Ha! What crazy people looking for the silence? A while, he wanted to laugh alone, debating with his own monologue.
There were still so many lounges offering the more-modern concept, more high-end, more steadfast but he felt more suitable here. A home garden that had already been built since decades ago. A simple traditional touch, a little colonial.The huge yard with rattan chairs and beautiful lamps around it. Its parquet floor which was creaking when trampled.The tint, which flaked off was allowed all the way, giving a old-antic sense. The wooden chair combined with a black leather sofa,with some burgundies here and there. A bar nestling at the corner of the room,its cabinet was full of wine from various years. A man in his thirties was busy passing by here and there, talking with the guests, occasionally serving, occasionally smoking beside the enter door.
And Seungri, who kept typing near the window. Occasionally, if touched by the moonlight, he looked shining.
JiYong wasn't a type of guy who liked to watch someone. Even, actually, he could easily forget someone's face.He was more capable to remember a name, but always failed to associate the name to the owner.That was how a personal assistant was used, who actually whispered the name of some important persons or slid the help, like ah Mr. Wunderlich, it's a pleasure to meet you before he succumbed and started greeting everyone without calling their name.
But, this guy.........., there was something about him that made JiYong notice him. He got a feeling,would remember his face for a long time. Whether his thick eye bags, his pointed nose, a wrinkle on his forehead when he was frowning.
They looked at each other. Quite long, 'till one of them -didn't know who- firstly broke the eye contact and focused back on whatever they were doing.
JiYong came without looking for anything.
He never figured out he would find something there.
***
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Author: Winna Effendi
Re-written by mrsvictory
Pairing(s): G-Ri
Casts: included TVXQ and Big Bang's members
Length: Prologue + Part 1
Summary:
This is a piece of story from the time about waiting. Their story that has ever lived in the waiting and then meets love.
an: This is a novel by Winna Efendi, originally written in Bahasa. This the first time I translate a novel. I change the whole casts into some Kpop artists. I also change some plots since this story will be a yaoi story and my style of writing is different from Winna's. All disclaimers belong to Winna Efendi. Thanks to her for making the fluffy novel.
***
Prologue
The small shop is named Muse.
The owners are brothers, who have been living long enough with the dusty crates of wine vintage bottles and the childhood memories in their sheets of mind.
This is the story about the younger brother. A guy in the middle of twenty, hiding amongst the book's pages but defining himself through the ink forming the words.
And another guy whose his silhouette created dreams, in which they meet for the first time. Arousing something in the younger guy that has been buried for so long by the time. Making him realized, he has just been waiting all this time.
As everyone lives in a waiting.
***
1.1 Gabernet Sauvignon
Mirror on the ceiling, the pink campagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here,
of our own device
- The Eagle, "Hotel California"
JiYong came everyday.
He always came in the same time; five minutes before nine. Staying in a seat at the corner, near the high rack fulled by the magazines and books for the last decade. Rather secluded from the crowds, the corner which wasn't so favorable for people. A single cigarette was always inserted between his middle and index fingers, its tip lightening with a speck of orange-like fire.
Nothing was special about him. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the dents on his shirts apparently quite tired, as tired as the expression on his face. His face was ordinary, though it was quite handsome. His skin was rather tan, his tall figure inclined thin, but his shoulder was broad. His gaze was droopy. That was probably why the other guy kept staring him, half expecting he could stop it, and half hoping the tired man wouldn't catch him doing this. That, and the desire to find out his eyes' color.
Who knew. Sometimes, those random obsessions appeared all the way, making him amazed.
JiYong ordered the same beverage he used to drink. Cabarnet Sauvignon. Only a glass, that was all. The glass wouldn't be touched long enough. He was just silent, tapping his fingers tracing the wood fibers on the table, until the time creeping closer to eleven, and he would gulp down the glass 'till it was empty. And gone, along with the night, with the ray of the lamps and the sound of the vehicles that became more indistinct. A paper of a paper of fifty-thousand-won was always slipped under the empty glass, as a thank that wasn't aimed to anybody. He was the type of visitors liked by the sommelier; the type that wasn't fussy and served too much, and gave a big tip too.
Nonetheless, for the other guy, was vice versa.
When Seungri came, he couldn't write. Worried, his fingers only typed, deleted, typed, deleted. Sometimes, the cursor flickered on the screen, not going to move. When JiYong was about to go, he sighed deeply, and persisted to work 'till morning. Usually, he would sleep, faced on the table, until his older brother came to cover him with the wool blanket on his cold body.
***
This place was an old house before; a house in which a small family used to live, until there were only left the two brothers, Seungri and his brother, Seunghyun.
Somehow, the house felt too huge for them. Sometimes, when Seungri was looking at their parents' bedroom, which was empty now, he was recalled by the very loneliness, too immense 'till he had to divert his face and pretend not to see anything. Thus, Seunghyun used to let door close more often.
Two years ago, the house was reorganized into a casual wine house. Seunghyun didn't invent too much about the decoration and interiors, however he wanted to keep the base form of this house, as though demanding to trap all the memories indirectly. And Seungri never minded.
Actually, the wine house was successful. Many of the young executive as well as the wine lovers came merely to taste their favorite wines, or bought it to equip their collections in their house. The ideas to expand it often passed on Seunghyun's mind, but he apparently still doubted to do it. For him, what he had been gaining until now was more than enough.
They both knew about wine from their father. Before, their father used to bring bottle by bottle of wine from the visits from overseas businesses. Seungri and Seunghyun learned how to open a wine for the first time -gentle, no noise, and pouring it into a big-headed tall glass and sniffing in it. "Don't drink it directly," their father said. "Enjoy the aroma. We can know many things about wine by sensing its smell."
They helped his father to build a wine cellar in their house. Bottles by bottles from various years, countries, and types were arranged orderly on the wooden rack. They learned to be persevering in maintaining the wine collections; from its storage means, the appropriate temperatures to keep their preservation, up to the art to taste it. Time after time, they understood that the smell of tint that was too much could bring about the smell from the bottles which were stored, it could affect the taste too. They knew each name and year written on the labels as well, they remembered its price and its place of origin, they memorized precisely the taste and aroma from each wine they ever tasted. Wine became an inseparable part of their life -an obsession. Wine was too tight hooked with the past, and too limy to be left for their future.
When their father died three years ago, he left a wine cellar in the old house, along with the hundreds of the wine collections he handed on. Sometimes, Seungri felt, with establishing Muse, his brother actually wanted to bring their father to life. Reminiscing, recalling, and feeling about him. Seungri felt the same.
Seungri was daydreamed all day long, watching people passing by the Muse. Sitting on a square table right beside the huge window. At the beginning, he liked the dark attic on the upper floor more to work with the ink and his papers. Yet, the longer, the place felt too gagged, too private, and too lonesome. He wanted to be able to observe more freely, noticing everything moving freely though he realized he would never be a part of them. The small table beside the window preserved permanently, eventually.
The outside world, for him, was a display window. The movements of the clouds on the canvas of sky. The raindrops chased following the gravitation. Human beings in every form and behavior. How everything affected and was influenced by each other.
Despite of that, crowds in the Muse, Seungri still felt lonesome.
***
Tonight, that man didn't come again.
But today, there was something different. Today, JiYong didn't only sink in his own shadow. Today, he lifted his face.
And their eyes met.
***
What's time right now?
The man focused his eyes on his leather watch wrapping his wrist. The watch was a gift; vintage Rolex; gift from Europe last year. It wasn't his taste, but always inviting praise from every person who saw it. He only half believed it as people was only pleasantries in a bad effort to start a conversation. Or, the worst, a coax. His instinct had been trained not to believe easily.
Muse. Later, this place became the right area to run off, to let off the burden for awhile, before his jag was started towards the morning came. A way to fight against his insomnia trouble, since he stopped trying to find any solution through the treatments.To present his own self with a glass of wine, when everything ran well, or worst. To be alone and look for the silence, as he was too busy lately, with the crowded and complicated. A place in which he knew no one and was unknown, when he wouldn't be assess and didn't had to assess anything.
Ha! What crazy people looking for the silence? A while, he wanted to laugh alone, debating with his own monologue.
There were still so many lounges offering the more-modern concept, more high-end, more steadfast but he felt more suitable here. A home garden that had already been built since decades ago. A simple traditional touch, a little colonial.The huge yard with rattan chairs and beautiful lamps around it. Its parquet floor which was creaking when trampled.The tint, which flaked off was allowed all the way, giving a old-antic sense. The wooden chair combined with a black leather sofa,with some burgundies here and there. A bar nestling at the corner of the room,its cabinet was full of wine from various years. A man in his thirties was busy passing by here and there, talking with the guests, occasionally serving, occasionally smoking beside the enter door.
And Seungri, who kept typing near the window. Occasionally, if touched by the moonlight, he looked shining.
JiYong wasn't a type of guy who liked to watch someone. Even, actually, he could easily forget someone's face.He was more capable to remember a name, but always failed to associate the name to the owner.That was how a personal assistant was used, who actually whispered the name of some important persons or slid the help, like ah Mr. Wunderlich, it's a pleasure to meet you before he succumbed and started greeting everyone without calling their name.
But, this guy.........., there was something about him that made JiYong notice him. He got a feeling,would remember his face for a long time. Whether his thick eye bags, his pointed nose, a wrinkle on his forehead when he was frowning.
They looked at each other. Quite long, 'till one of them -didn't know who- firstly broke the eye contact and focused back on whatever they were doing.
JiYong came without looking for anything.
He never figured out he would find something there.
***
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