A Bittersweet Day
TItle: A bittersweet day
author: b2utynb2st
rating: ermm. pg.
pairing: 2jun, onesided!dooseob
genre: fluff, romance.
summary: there was a sweets cafe, yoseob was the shopkeeper. doojoon loves visiting that shop, becuase of a certain person.
A/N: just a short story that i thuoght up during the middle of the night... at like 1am. i couldn't sleep D: hope you guys like it..
A Bittersweet Day
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The small sweets café seemed extra picturesque today, from the hill just around the back, a five-minute walk from my apartment compound.
~
Yoseob had his Dr.Dre headphones fastened on his head, as he danced all around the café, to his favorite song. He was preparing cream for his next miniature cupcake, another addition to his almost-perfect pastry dish.
Today felt different, somehow. Because someone else was there, on the hilltop, someone else was laughing, enjoying the fine summer afternoon… with him.
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-- Yoseob --
It would usually be Doojoon, sitting across the street on that hill, outdated book in hand, reading alone.
This started not too long ago, during my first meeting with Doojoon. He would always buy my freshly baked cakes. It was always those chocolate mousse ones that caught his eye, and I guess that's why I have so many on sale.
He would always say that the spongy texture of my signature Prinzregententorte cake makes his tongue dance in his mouth, ‘as if it were a potion that sparked life to any inanimate objects it touched.’ Pretty cheesy, huh?
After a few weeks, I gradually got used to his frequent visits, as if our meetings were planned ahead of time, before we even got to know each other. Even though he was never there to talk to me, but to someone else. As if I was just an excuse to see him.
I loved how he always managed to make me grin, with that rare tingly feeling spreading through my body, like a parasite. Yoon Doojoon, yeah, he’s my parasite; one that I’d never want to exterminate. He was a virus living inside my heart, an addiction.
~
Today our roles were switched; he wasn’t watching my café from that special spot on the hill anymore, because he was with someone else, the initial reason for his frequent visits. It was my turn to gaze, to observe every move, every smile that came across his lips. It made me irritated. I bit my bottom lip as hard as I could.
Those smiles weren’t for me.
Doojoon was lying down, head rested on outstretched legs. Someone’s legs…
The slope had an oversized paper birch tree, placed neatly in the midpoint. They were sitting in the shade, hiding from the not-so-intense radiance of the summer sun.
I felt my throat go dry, as my body tensed up, feeling every nerve in my mind snap and paralyze. I helplessly watched that person comb Doojoon’s hair, lacing his fingers into those perfect brown locks, something that was meant for me to do.
“Are you ok? Yoseob?”
“…”
“Huh? Yeah. What?”
“You’re strangling the whip cream… are you ok?”
“Oh really? Shit. Haha… don't worry about me Hyungseung…”
Yoon Doojoon, he’s the one messing with my feelings.
I wanted to lock him away; I wanted him to look only at me, but that fantasy wouldn’t ever be met.
He only loves that person.
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-- Doojoon --
He was perfect in every way, you know? Like those people that came out of fairytales, no flaws or blemishes. Just perfect.
I wanted to know more about him, everything that interested him, every little detail.
That's why I have ways of getting closer to him, such as going to that convenient little shop. It was a long walk, but it was worth it, because he would always be there, tasting the sweets.
Or I would just be stealing glances, watching him from that big tree, where I’m always getting the perfect angle.
I didn’t know what I was doing, just that I was so, so addicted. It was an obsession.
I noticed that he would always stay longer in the sponge cake sections, rather than the cheesecakes. He would always buy two or more cakes in every visit, taking along an intricately designed spoon, tasting the cream filled sweets while walking toward his workplace.
Sometimes I just wanted to impress him, to put him in awe at the big expanse of vocabulary I have. Sometimes complimenting his favorite chocolate flavored mousses, or chatting with him using phrases that I thought would never come out of my mouth.
Yong Junhyung.
That was his name.
He finally told me, after our second chat, after I introduced myself to him, after all those days where I was waiting for him. Just him.
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-- Junhyung --
The small sweets café seemed extra picturesque today, from the hill just around the back, a five-minute walk from my apartment compound. Not a lot of people know of this place, but they make the world’s best mousses.
And currently, I don’t want anybody else to know either, just because I’m selfish, just because eating cake wasn’t the only reason I went there.
My excuse?
Yoon Doojoon.
Today he invited me to a walk, outside, just the two of us. And of course I couldn’t decline that offer.
Our conversation had no range; it was anything from ‘how are you?’ to ‘coke really is bad for your body, but I still love it anyway.’
Then there was that smile.
He always had this goofy grin plastered on his face, always. It unfailingly cheered me up to see him, no matter what types of unhappy things were happening.
Because Yoon Doojoon is Yoon Doojoon, and there is nothing you could do to change him.
We went up to a hill, where there was this big paper birch tree-or was that an oak? I was never really good with trees anyway.
There, he pulled me close, and spoke these irritating words.
“I used to always watch you from a distance, right here, whenever you appear in that little café.”
The very words made me blush, the red spreading over to my ears, at a rapid speed. I really didn’t like this annoying man. But that doesn’t mean I didn't love him.
“That was before, when I couldn’t get you, when you were too far out of my reach. But now you’re here, right in front of me, mine alone.”
“Shut up. You’re so damn embarrassing.”
“It’s the truth.”
I stroked his hair, feeling the soft threads of brown and black under my fingers, as he kept speaking, a habit that Doojoon tends to do a lot.
“Have I mentioned how beautiful your face is?”
“Men aren’t supposed to be beautiful, Doojoon.”
“Then you’re an exception.”
My body heat rose higher, reaching its max. I wanted to whack Doojoon’s head, which was resting comfortably on my legs, as we sat under the shade. But I couldn’t, because my brain just wouldn’t listen.
So I just sat there, staring into those deep almond eyes, feeling the bliss.
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And there it was, the perfect ending.
As if it came out right from a fiction book… a fairytale.
But there was only one flaw, one tiny mistake.
Because not everyone was completely content.
Fin.
author: b2utynb2st
rating: ermm. pg.
pairing: 2jun, onesided!dooseob
genre: fluff, romance.
summary: there was a sweets cafe, yoseob was the shopkeeper. doojoon loves visiting that shop, becuase of a certain person.
A/N: just a short story that i thuoght up during the middle of the night... at like 1am. i couldn't sleep D: hope you guys like it..
A Bittersweet Day
--------
The small sweets café seemed extra picturesque today, from the hill just around the back, a five-minute walk from my apartment compound.
~
Yoseob had his Dr.Dre headphones fastened on his head, as he danced all around the café, to his favorite song. He was preparing cream for his next miniature cupcake, another addition to his almost-perfect pastry dish.
Today felt different, somehow. Because someone else was there, on the hilltop, someone else was laughing, enjoying the fine summer afternoon… with him.
--------
-- Yoseob --
It would usually be Doojoon, sitting across the street on that hill, outdated book in hand, reading alone.
This started not too long ago, during my first meeting with Doojoon. He would always buy my freshly baked cakes. It was always those chocolate mousse ones that caught his eye, and I guess that's why I have so many on sale.
He would always say that the spongy texture of my signature Prinzregententorte cake makes his tongue dance in his mouth, ‘as if it were a potion that sparked life to any inanimate objects it touched.’ Pretty cheesy, huh?
After a few weeks, I gradually got used to his frequent visits, as if our meetings were planned ahead of time, before we even got to know each other. Even though he was never there to talk to me, but to someone else. As if I was just an excuse to see him.
I loved how he always managed to make me grin, with that rare tingly feeling spreading through my body, like a parasite. Yoon Doojoon, yeah, he’s my parasite; one that I’d never want to exterminate. He was a virus living inside my heart, an addiction.
~
Today our roles were switched; he wasn’t watching my café from that special spot on the hill anymore, because he was with someone else, the initial reason for his frequent visits. It was my turn to gaze, to observe every move, every smile that came across his lips. It made me irritated. I bit my bottom lip as hard as I could.
Those smiles weren’t for me.
Doojoon was lying down, head rested on outstretched legs. Someone’s legs…
The slope had an oversized paper birch tree, placed neatly in the midpoint. They were sitting in the shade, hiding from the not-so-intense radiance of the summer sun.
I felt my throat go dry, as my body tensed up, feeling every nerve in my mind snap and paralyze. I helplessly watched that person comb Doojoon’s hair, lacing his fingers into those perfect brown locks, something that was meant for me to do.
“Are you ok? Yoseob?”
“…”
“Huh? Yeah. What?”
“You’re strangling the whip cream… are you ok?”
“Oh really? Shit. Haha… don't worry about me Hyungseung…”
Yoon Doojoon, he’s the one messing with my feelings.
I wanted to lock him away; I wanted him to look only at me, but that fantasy wouldn’t ever be met.
He only loves that person.
--------
-- Doojoon --
He was perfect in every way, you know? Like those people that came out of fairytales, no flaws or blemishes. Just perfect.
I wanted to know more about him, everything that interested him, every little detail.
That's why I have ways of getting closer to him, such as going to that convenient little shop. It was a long walk, but it was worth it, because he would always be there, tasting the sweets.
Or I would just be stealing glances, watching him from that big tree, where I’m always getting the perfect angle.
I didn’t know what I was doing, just that I was so, so addicted. It was an obsession.
I noticed that he would always stay longer in the sponge cake sections, rather than the cheesecakes. He would always buy two or more cakes in every visit, taking along an intricately designed spoon, tasting the cream filled sweets while walking toward his workplace.
Sometimes I just wanted to impress him, to put him in awe at the big expanse of vocabulary I have. Sometimes complimenting his favorite chocolate flavored mousses, or chatting with him using phrases that I thought would never come out of my mouth.
Yong Junhyung.
That was his name.
He finally told me, after our second chat, after I introduced myself to him, after all those days where I was waiting for him. Just him.
--------
-- Junhyung --
The small sweets café seemed extra picturesque today, from the hill just around the back, a five-minute walk from my apartment compound. Not a lot of people know of this place, but they make the world’s best mousses.
And currently, I don’t want anybody else to know either, just because I’m selfish, just because eating cake wasn’t the only reason I went there.
My excuse?
Yoon Doojoon.
Today he invited me to a walk, outside, just the two of us. And of course I couldn’t decline that offer.
Our conversation had no range; it was anything from ‘how are you?’ to ‘coke really is bad for your body, but I still love it anyway.’
Then there was that smile.
He always had this goofy grin plastered on his face, always. It unfailingly cheered me up to see him, no matter what types of unhappy things were happening.
Because Yoon Doojoon is Yoon Doojoon, and there is nothing you could do to change him.
We went up to a hill, where there was this big paper birch tree-or was that an oak? I was never really good with trees anyway.
There, he pulled me close, and spoke these irritating words.
“I used to always watch you from a distance, right here, whenever you appear in that little café.”
The very words made me blush, the red spreading over to my ears, at a rapid speed. I really didn’t like this annoying man. But that doesn’t mean I didn't love him.
“That was before, when I couldn’t get you, when you were too far out of my reach. But now you’re here, right in front of me, mine alone.”
“Shut up. You’re so damn embarrassing.”
“It’s the truth.”
I stroked his hair, feeling the soft threads of brown and black under my fingers, as he kept speaking, a habit that Doojoon tends to do a lot.
“Have I mentioned how beautiful your face is?”
“Men aren’t supposed to be beautiful, Doojoon.”
“Then you’re an exception.”
My body heat rose higher, reaching its max. I wanted to whack Doojoon’s head, which was resting comfortably on my legs, as we sat under the shade. But I couldn’t, because my brain just wouldn’t listen.
So I just sat there, staring into those deep almond eyes, feeling the bliss.
--------
And there it was, the perfect ending.
As if it came out right from a fiction book… a fairytale.
But there was only one flaw, one tiny mistake.
Because not everyone was completely content.
Fin.