Magic Chapter 2
Title: Magic
Author:coffee_sky
Rating: PG
Minho wakes up in the morning, a huge yawn forms on his face. He doesn't look handsome this way, but he still have some charms. He still feels tired from yesterday's travelling, but since that sweet little boy, namely Lee Nathatniel had accompanied him somehow along the way here, his journey was made easier, he guessed. The smell of the room wakes him up even more, it does smells a little musty. Minho opens his eyes, only realizing that it wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream that he had travelled all the way here, leaving the sweet urban life due to his work. He now remembers how he had walked like a souless person on his way to this small inn that his company had help him managed.
With some hardwork, Minho manages to sit on his bed. He feels awfully tired, so tired that he can sleep for maybe another two days. His eyes wondering all over the room, from how old and antique the ceiling looks like, and how it gives him the feeling of homeness with a little bit of eeriness and the feeling of nostalgia of course to how charming and attractive the furnitures look like. He could tell that some of the furnitures, not all are antique. And he like that, it feels like he is in vacation to Romania or so, old cities. Minho, actually is in awe with the priceless furnitures, the gleaming rosewood tables, the pretty marble fireplace, the part of the wall that is covered with glorious wood paneling, the french door where the sweet smell of freshly bake breads aroma come from the small aperture, and the wonderful feeling of his feet brushing the carpet flooring.
Minho stands up, he tells himself he should get ready for now, and starts wondering around looking at places of attraction here and taste all the kinds of foods available here, so he can work on the review, or book and whatever he has to do. He also tells himself that don't get fooled by these pretty things around him, he came here for work. And he's going to leave right away when he's done with his works. He opens his bag and dig for something to wear, he just going to wear a t-shirt anyway, a corduroy pants and a jacket. Minho slides a pair of socks on his feet, his other hand has been trying to reach for his cap, it's not there.
'It must be in the other bag,'
Minho thought to himself, the other bag lies besides the window, the wood window with carvings along its frame, a vase of flowers proudly showing it's beauty just on top of the caravan end table near the window, rays of sunight gleams on it. Minho walks his way to the window, only to find himself, mesmerized by the scenery he sees through the window.
'It's.. beautiful..'
Minho murmured to himself. The scenery is breathtaking field of meadows. On the crisp of morning autumn,there is an enormous oak tree watching as a whirlwind whisked across the rolling hills of the meadow. As it passed by the aves the whirlwind scooped up a dormant pile of leaves lying next to the oak tree. The leaves appeared to come alive twisting, turning, and dancing about the meadow. They were sporting their new fall colors of red, orange, brown, and yellow. The brittle autumn leaves seemed to be having a party. As the party moved out of sight, Minho began to think about the last time he visited the meadow. The memories of his last visit are vivid with relaxed and peaceful thoughts motivated by the images, scents, and sounds of the meadow. A place where his late grandmother used to live. Minho heart falls as he watches the leaves leaving the oak tree, it reminds him of everyday lives, each passing day, moments where he let it go and not caring of anything beside of his work, wasting his precious life in a wrong way. Balance, balance is all it needs, work and real life.
Minho's thoughts about the scenery and his life was interupted by his own stomach. His tummy is growling, begging for him to stuff some food and so he guess he should or get sick.
toc toc..
Someone knocked the door and it grabs Minho'a attention. The innkeeper head pops out as the door slid opened slowly, the innkeeper, if Minho wasn't mistaken, his name is Jinki and he had offered him dinner last night. Since Minho was too tired he had no other choice than to decline the wonderful offer. And now, this morning this Jinki's head pops out from his door, again,
'Um.. Mr. Minho, breakfast?'
This time, there is no way Minho would reject his offer.
'Sure, I don't see why I don't want to,'
Minho turns to the window once again, and he sees the beautiful bluish jewel-like gleaming lake, he smiles at the scenic sight and turns his back to it.
*****
The strong wind blew again, every time he is there, the mother earth sentience seems to like the idea of the golden haired boy to flinch over the gushing wind. Or perhaps the mother earth just wants to see his hair carressed by her, like a mother herself. Softly Taemin would close his eyes, and let the wind wash over himself.
Taemin comes here almost every morning, with bread in his pocket and he is always ready to feed the aves. As usual, he would tear the bread to smaller pieces and gives them to the aves. Taemin always wonder if the aves ever understand him, he talks a lot sometimes, although it is so clear that he is of different species. Taemin wonders as he feeds them, why is there no one likes to come here. The place is the perfect therapy for every working men or ever-so-stressed students. Taemin is not a senseless person, of course he likes it if there would be no one who would come here. The love he had for the space here is impossible to be replace with others.
Now that he is done feeding the lovely animal, Taemin runs towards the lake, the lake, like all the villagers believe, is magical. The lake was called 'Mirror Lake', why? Taemin wasn't sure. All he knew that ol' Jinki told him once that, ones who is a pure hearted and soul will granted the opportunity to see his or her soulmate through the reflection of the lake water. Whether it is just a superstition that had succesfully passed through generations or Taemin, he thought that he just wasn't pure himself. Since he's been around there playing, running, eating and even sleeping, the image just wont form on the lake. It might sounded foolish, Taemin said that he didnt believe the legend, but everytime, he just found himself staring at the vacuous clear water.
Today is Sunday, a day off for mostly everybody includig Taemin too. Nathaniel loves to call Sunday, Smile day. He said that smiles is all he sees during Sunday, and he like that. Well, Taemin doesn't even bother to correct him, since the Sunday name is merely a name, and Taemin knows that what is important is that how everybody appreciates it, it's Smile day for nathaniel and for Taemin, Sunday is the day where he would spend time here, at this very place, while Nathaniel mostly missing during this day adventuring the village's forest or anything that he founds exciting.
'I am here Mirror'
Taemin takes his shoes off and gently put them on a stone near the lake, after that he just toss his socks on the earth ground. Bare feet he is running towards the lake and jump on the surface of the crystal clear water like a child. The water splashes around wetting most of his shirt and part of his face not to mention his pants is soaking. The sunlight that reflected towards the droplets of water shines Taemin as if he is a heaven creature that descent to the earth, blessed by the mother nature. His giggling lips and smiling pair of impeccable eyes are astounding. Taemin is enjoying himself, after all the tiring days of Monday to yesterday, he especially loves today.
Taemin, gleefully bathing with sunlight and the splashes of cold lake water, he is being absentminded of the ticking time. At this moment now, Taemin is aware that he is somehow feels a little tired and somehow sleepy. Lazily, he walks to the shore and rest his anatomy on the ground, his feet is still dipping the water. His mind wonder again, the legend of Mirror Lake's peculiarity. With a smile on his beautiful face, he gracefully bend his body to look at the water. This time he hopes, just wishing that somewhat he would be given the chance to see how his soulmate looks like.
'Please.. Mirror,'
Circular waves form on the surface of water, destroying the current image of Taemin looking directly into it. Within a few blinks that Taemin's eyes unconciously performing, the waves seems to be dispersing. At the moment Taemin tilt his head in curiosity, the water back to it's calm state. Surprisingly, not only one, but two individuals images form on the surface of water. Now he is startled of what he sees,
'Mirror?' Taemin inquires, amazed on how mysterious the lake than what he thinks.
'Err.. Ms? Why are you talking to the lake?' The Image of the other individual, who turns out to be a man, instead of just being static in the water now uttering words to him.
In shocked, Taemin gasped and swiftly stands up. Not a lucky day for Taemin today, his head bumps directly under a man's chin. In this mess that he made, both of them now scream in pain. Worst, a headache strike Taemin's head like a thumping drum, which is his own fault for moving too fast, thus causing him to lose balance and now suffering from even standing up. His legs losses strength, the gravity pulls Taemin downward. Without realizing, his legs remarkably entangle with the man's, also hands holding onto the stranger's shoulders. With a blink of their eyes, both of them fall on the shore. Now not only Taemin, but the reflection image of the man that he saw is wet.
'What the..!' the man that Taemin had successfully managed to drag with him falling down onto the shore speaks up as if to swear.
'No, no no! Nope! Don't swear! It's bad!' Taemin cuts the man's words with his. This time he stands up again, but in slower velocity. He doesn't want that painful headache to strike again. 'Look, I'm sorry. It's really an accident. And, if you don't mind I'm asking, why are you here? Who are you?'
'Why am I here? WHO ARE ME?!' The man stands up, facing Taemin. He looks mad, and unsatisfied with Taemin. The man turns out very handsome, and casually smart. But with his frown eyebrows now, and those bulging eyes, Taemin knows he is in trouble. 'Ms..You.. you... YOU! How in hel!'
'No, no, NO! DON'T! Don't swear sir, please!' Taemin cuts his lines again. Taemin, of course being careless again, he's being oblivious to the man's rage. 'And sir, I am not a Ms, okay? I'm a boy. And yes, why are you here and who are you?'
With hands on hips, the man now is breathing really hard. His chest is moving steadily up and down, and his heart beats increases per time. Anger flushes over his face, now that he is wet and provoked by some unknown person infront of him. 'I AM MINHO, OKAY! and guess what, why would I take you words seriously. It is up to me, if I want to swear or use cursing words, who the HELL! are you trying to order me around? I am so pissed now, you drag me down and I am bloody HELL wet!
'Sir.. I thought.. I told you not to swear! Do you not hear me? Now take back those words and say it all over again or I get really mad!' Taemin now, couldn't contain his anger anymore. Hearing cursing words or swearing bad things is really hatefull to his ears.
'Oh god.. one hell of a chic.. Get out of here,' Minho dismissing their arguments. He just couldn't engage in any conversation with Taemin anymore. Minho feels really annoyed, cursing words or swearing are just totally normal to his daily life. He's been living in cities since he was a boy, it is not his choice to be working in such rural village like this. His morning just got ruined.
'I won't get out of here! This is my place! This is my teritory! How dare you ask me to get out of here! And who is a chic, I am Lee Taemin. Sir, before anyone gets hurt, I think you should be the one who really should get out of here.' Taemin breaths really hard. The soft looking golden haired boldly warns the taller man. His Sunday, the Smile day, the whole mother nature appreciating day is ruined by the man who stands infront of him, who he calls himself Minho.
'Gosh.. Seriously..' Minho utters.
*****
Both of them lock their eyes together. Frown eyebrows, each on their faces, not only just Minho. The day turns out really unbelievable for both of them. Taemin who thought saw his soulmate on the reflection image of the Mirror Lake, turns out to be someone, a stranger who is trying to chase him out of his favourite spot and interupting his perfect day. This Minho person, has ben victoriously managed to anger Taemin. On the other, Minho who thought that he just had a perfect breakfast, and was hoping to have a fresh start in working his works, only found himself discovering a petite golden haired boy to be talikng to himself or something inside of the lake. Unfortunate for him to get hit under his chin and fell on the shore of the lake as well.
Taemin and Minho wonder, how unlucky they are to be in this rendezvous. While the cold wind blows softly, as if amused by them
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A/N hahaha.. yaa~ feel free to drop your comment, so I can improve.
Everyone in the house is sick now. tch tch...
Author:coffee_sky
Rating: PG
Minho wakes up in the morning, a huge yawn forms on his face. He doesn't look handsome this way, but he still have some charms. He still feels tired from yesterday's travelling, but since that sweet little boy, namely Lee Nathatniel had accompanied him somehow along the way here, his journey was made easier, he guessed. The smell of the room wakes him up even more, it does smells a little musty. Minho opens his eyes, only realizing that it wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream that he had travelled all the way here, leaving the sweet urban life due to his work. He now remembers how he had walked like a souless person on his way to this small inn that his company had help him managed.
With some hardwork, Minho manages to sit on his bed. He feels awfully tired, so tired that he can sleep for maybe another two days. His eyes wondering all over the room, from how old and antique the ceiling looks like, and how it gives him the feeling of homeness with a little bit of eeriness and the feeling of nostalgia of course to how charming and attractive the furnitures look like. He could tell that some of the furnitures, not all are antique. And he like that, it feels like he is in vacation to Romania or so, old cities. Minho, actually is in awe with the priceless furnitures, the gleaming rosewood tables, the pretty marble fireplace, the part of the wall that is covered with glorious wood paneling, the french door where the sweet smell of freshly bake breads aroma come from the small aperture, and the wonderful feeling of his feet brushing the carpet flooring.
Minho stands up, he tells himself he should get ready for now, and starts wondering around looking at places of attraction here and taste all the kinds of foods available here, so he can work on the review, or book and whatever he has to do. He also tells himself that don't get fooled by these pretty things around him, he came here for work. And he's going to leave right away when he's done with his works. He opens his bag and dig for something to wear, he just going to wear a t-shirt anyway, a corduroy pants and a jacket. Minho slides a pair of socks on his feet, his other hand has been trying to reach for his cap, it's not there.
'It must be in the other bag,'
Minho thought to himself, the other bag lies besides the window, the wood window with carvings along its frame, a vase of flowers proudly showing it's beauty just on top of the caravan end table near the window, rays of sunight gleams on it. Minho walks his way to the window, only to find himself, mesmerized by the scenery he sees through the window.
'It's.. beautiful..'
Minho murmured to himself. The scenery is breathtaking field of meadows. On the crisp of morning autumn,there is an enormous oak tree watching as a whirlwind whisked across the rolling hills of the meadow. As it passed by the aves the whirlwind scooped up a dormant pile of leaves lying next to the oak tree. The leaves appeared to come alive twisting, turning, and dancing about the meadow. They were sporting their new fall colors of red, orange, brown, and yellow. The brittle autumn leaves seemed to be having a party. As the party moved out of sight, Minho began to think about the last time he visited the meadow. The memories of his last visit are vivid with relaxed and peaceful thoughts motivated by the images, scents, and sounds of the meadow. A place where his late grandmother used to live. Minho heart falls as he watches the leaves leaving the oak tree, it reminds him of everyday lives, each passing day, moments where he let it go and not caring of anything beside of his work, wasting his precious life in a wrong way. Balance, balance is all it needs, work and real life.
Minho's thoughts about the scenery and his life was interupted by his own stomach. His tummy is growling, begging for him to stuff some food and so he guess he should or get sick.
toc toc..
Someone knocked the door and it grabs Minho'a attention. The innkeeper head pops out as the door slid opened slowly, the innkeeper, if Minho wasn't mistaken, his name is Jinki and he had offered him dinner last night. Since Minho was too tired he had no other choice than to decline the wonderful offer. And now, this morning this Jinki's head pops out from his door, again,
'Um.. Mr. Minho, breakfast?'
This time, there is no way Minho would reject his offer.
'Sure, I don't see why I don't want to,'
Minho turns to the window once again, and he sees the beautiful bluish jewel-like gleaming lake, he smiles at the scenic sight and turns his back to it.
*****
The strong wind blew again, every time he is there, the mother earth sentience seems to like the idea of the golden haired boy to flinch over the gushing wind. Or perhaps the mother earth just wants to see his hair carressed by her, like a mother herself. Softly Taemin would close his eyes, and let the wind wash over himself.
Taemin comes here almost every morning, with bread in his pocket and he is always ready to feed the aves. As usual, he would tear the bread to smaller pieces and gives them to the aves. Taemin always wonder if the aves ever understand him, he talks a lot sometimes, although it is so clear that he is of different species. Taemin wonders as he feeds them, why is there no one likes to come here. The place is the perfect therapy for every working men or ever-so-stressed students. Taemin is not a senseless person, of course he likes it if there would be no one who would come here. The love he had for the space here is impossible to be replace with others.
Now that he is done feeding the lovely animal, Taemin runs towards the lake, the lake, like all the villagers believe, is magical. The lake was called 'Mirror Lake', why? Taemin wasn't sure. All he knew that ol' Jinki told him once that, ones who is a pure hearted and soul will granted the opportunity to see his or her soulmate through the reflection of the lake water. Whether it is just a superstition that had succesfully passed through generations or Taemin, he thought that he just wasn't pure himself. Since he's been around there playing, running, eating and even sleeping, the image just wont form on the lake. It might sounded foolish, Taemin said that he didnt believe the legend, but everytime, he just found himself staring at the vacuous clear water.
Today is Sunday, a day off for mostly everybody includig Taemin too. Nathaniel loves to call Sunday, Smile day. He said that smiles is all he sees during Sunday, and he like that. Well, Taemin doesn't even bother to correct him, since the Sunday name is merely a name, and Taemin knows that what is important is that how everybody appreciates it, it's Smile day for nathaniel and for Taemin, Sunday is the day where he would spend time here, at this very place, while Nathaniel mostly missing during this day adventuring the village's forest or anything that he founds exciting.
'I am here Mirror'
Taemin takes his shoes off and gently put them on a stone near the lake, after that he just toss his socks on the earth ground. Bare feet he is running towards the lake and jump on the surface of the crystal clear water like a child. The water splashes around wetting most of his shirt and part of his face not to mention his pants is soaking. The sunlight that reflected towards the droplets of water shines Taemin as if he is a heaven creature that descent to the earth, blessed by the mother nature. His giggling lips and smiling pair of impeccable eyes are astounding. Taemin is enjoying himself, after all the tiring days of Monday to yesterday, he especially loves today.
Taemin, gleefully bathing with sunlight and the splashes of cold lake water, he is being absentminded of the ticking time. At this moment now, Taemin is aware that he is somehow feels a little tired and somehow sleepy. Lazily, he walks to the shore and rest his anatomy on the ground, his feet is still dipping the water. His mind wonder again, the legend of Mirror Lake's peculiarity. With a smile on his beautiful face, he gracefully bend his body to look at the water. This time he hopes, just wishing that somewhat he would be given the chance to see how his soulmate looks like.
'Please.. Mirror,'
Circular waves form on the surface of water, destroying the current image of Taemin looking directly into it. Within a few blinks that Taemin's eyes unconciously performing, the waves seems to be dispersing. At the moment Taemin tilt his head in curiosity, the water back to it's calm state. Surprisingly, not only one, but two individuals images form on the surface of water. Now he is startled of what he sees,
'Mirror?' Taemin inquires, amazed on how mysterious the lake than what he thinks.
'Err.. Ms? Why are you talking to the lake?' The Image of the other individual, who turns out to be a man, instead of just being static in the water now uttering words to him.
In shocked, Taemin gasped and swiftly stands up. Not a lucky day for Taemin today, his head bumps directly under a man's chin. In this mess that he made, both of them now scream in pain. Worst, a headache strike Taemin's head like a thumping drum, which is his own fault for moving too fast, thus causing him to lose balance and now suffering from even standing up. His legs losses strength, the gravity pulls Taemin downward. Without realizing, his legs remarkably entangle with the man's, also hands holding onto the stranger's shoulders. With a blink of their eyes, both of them fall on the shore. Now not only Taemin, but the reflection image of the man that he saw is wet.
'What the..!' the man that Taemin had successfully managed to drag with him falling down onto the shore speaks up as if to swear.
'No, no no! Nope! Don't swear! It's bad!' Taemin cuts the man's words with his. This time he stands up again, but in slower velocity. He doesn't want that painful headache to strike again. 'Look, I'm sorry. It's really an accident. And, if you don't mind I'm asking, why are you here? Who are you?'
'Why am I here? WHO ARE ME?!' The man stands up, facing Taemin. He looks mad, and unsatisfied with Taemin. The man turns out very handsome, and casually smart. But with his frown eyebrows now, and those bulging eyes, Taemin knows he is in trouble. 'Ms..You.. you... YOU! How in hel!'
'No, no, NO! DON'T! Don't swear sir, please!' Taemin cuts his lines again. Taemin, of course being careless again, he's being oblivious to the man's rage. 'And sir, I am not a Ms, okay? I'm a boy. And yes, why are you here and who are you?'
With hands on hips, the man now is breathing really hard. His chest is moving steadily up and down, and his heart beats increases per time. Anger flushes over his face, now that he is wet and provoked by some unknown person infront of him. 'I AM MINHO, OKAY! and guess what, why would I take you words seriously. It is up to me, if I want to swear or use cursing words, who the HELL! are you trying to order me around? I am so pissed now, you drag me down and I am bloody HELL wet!
'Sir.. I thought.. I told you not to swear! Do you not hear me? Now take back those words and say it all over again or I get really mad!' Taemin now, couldn't contain his anger anymore. Hearing cursing words or swearing bad things is really hatefull to his ears.
'Oh god.. one hell of a chic.. Get out of here,' Minho dismissing their arguments. He just couldn't engage in any conversation with Taemin anymore. Minho feels really annoyed, cursing words or swearing are just totally normal to his daily life. He's been living in cities since he was a boy, it is not his choice to be working in such rural village like this. His morning just got ruined.
'I won't get out of here! This is my place! This is my teritory! How dare you ask me to get out of here! And who is a chic, I am Lee Taemin. Sir, before anyone gets hurt, I think you should be the one who really should get out of here.' Taemin breaths really hard. The soft looking golden haired boldly warns the taller man. His Sunday, the Smile day, the whole mother nature appreciating day is ruined by the man who stands infront of him, who he calls himself Minho.
'Gosh.. Seriously..' Minho utters.
*****
Both of them lock their eyes together. Frown eyebrows, each on their faces, not only just Minho. The day turns out really unbelievable for both of them. Taemin who thought saw his soulmate on the reflection image of the Mirror Lake, turns out to be someone, a stranger who is trying to chase him out of his favourite spot and interupting his perfect day. This Minho person, has ben victoriously managed to anger Taemin. On the other, Minho who thought that he just had a perfect breakfast, and was hoping to have a fresh start in working his works, only found himself discovering a petite golden haired boy to be talikng to himself or something inside of the lake. Unfortunate for him to get hit under his chin and fell on the shore of the lake as well.
Taemin and Minho wonder, how unlucky they are to be in this rendezvous. While the cold wind blows softly, as if amused by them
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A/N hahaha.. yaa~ feel free to drop your comment, so I can improve.
Everyone in the house is sick now. tch tch...