Hey there, Mr. Stranger
100 fic challenge: Theme #9 Coffee (Hyukjae/Donghae)
Started :05/06/10
Title: Hey there, Mr. Stranger
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG
Word count: 777
A/N: This came from watching a man beside me in borders, reading a
book and mumbling under his breath what he read. I kept glancing at
him because he seemed so strange and I just really wanted to know more
about him. This in no way was romantic because he was way older than
me and I didn't want him to get sent to jail, but I made it an EunHae
and then I described it in a romantic way. This probably won't make sense
until you read it, so enjoy!
You saw him the second he stepped into the coffee shop. Handsome yet
short, gorgeous yet not overbearing. Long brown locks of hair adorned
a beautiful, almost fantastical face. Dark shades covered his eyes. A
black wife beater show cased his lean arms and a tattoo of some sort of
sword that disappeared behind his shoulder. Low hung jeans barely fell
off his hips.
He limped, you noticed quickly after he almost stumbled over an old
woman who was just leaving as he entered. He apologized in what you
could hear was a thick accent you couldn't quite place. He held his
head high as he made his way to the line.
You stole glances every few seconds, not being able to tear your eyes
away from the wonderful creature that just stumbled into your path.
You watched as he limped down the line, kept a hand on the railing
beside him.
When he reached the cashier, he ordered a dark coffee, no sugar. He
ambled over to the corner where you were sitting and took a chair
beside yours.
As soon as he sat down he took out a book from his back pocket and
began reading. He took off his shades and placed them on the table,
beside his coffee. You kept stealing glances as soon as you could, and
as discreetly as you were able to. Every so often he'd take a sip
from his coffee and look around the place, glance out the window and
then back at his book.
He caught you staring at him in one of these instances and you
couldn't bare to look away. His eyes were like black coals and so deep
you just wanted to stare at them forever. You could feel the hairs on
the back of your neck stand up, the ones on your legs prickled your
pants as they did the same. His gaze was so fierce and steady, it was
like staring a great threat or danger in the face. He didn't turn away
until a family, loud and rowdy, entered the shop and distracted him
for the smallest second. When he looked away from the family , he
returned to his book, and absolutely ignored your existence.
The family began to order and you could even hear their order from
where you were sitting. Three coffees with milk, one frappuccino, two
mocha lattes and a cup of milk. Someone, maybe the father, ordered a
Danish. After they ordered, they made their way to the center of the
coffee shop and clamored about, moving chairs and tables to accommodate
all the members in the large family.
You heard murmuring beside you, low and fast. When you turned back
around, you noticed the stranger beside you lean over his table, his
left leg bounced up and down and his hands were on the top of his
head, fingers laced. He rubbed his hands over his forehead,
eyes, mouth, fidgeting, never finding where to put them as he read
aloud. He shifted legs, from left to right, until finally he settled
his right leg over the left one. But still bounced his left leg.
You watched out of the corner of your eye as he fidgeted for another 5
minutes or so. You knew he was impatient because of the loud noises
coming from the family across the room. If you closed you eyes and
just listened, it sounded much like those orchestras you heard every
day on your way to school your senior year. The clashing of the
symbols, loud and thunderous, the banging of the drum and the loud
screechy violins described the family and their ruckus. A harp, the
low and melodious sound, and a cello, made you think of the stranger's
mumbling. Together they created a distracting and magnificent piece
of sound, one you wouldn't mind to hear forever.
You've always loved sound and music. Either loud or soft was always
good for you. That's why you became an art mayor in college. As you
thought this, you couldn't help but wonder what the gorgeous creature
beside you did for a living. You wanted to know where he studied and
what he studied. You wanted to ask him where he usually got his
coffee, because you'd never seen him there before.
You wanted to know everything about the handsome stranger. You felt
this burning feeling in the bottom of your stomach, a feeling that
told you you couldn't let this opportunity pass. You needed to speak
to this man.
So when he stood up, having finished his coffee and closed his book,
you took a deep breath and hoped for the best.
Started :05/06/10
Title: Hey there, Mr. Stranger
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG
Word count: 777
A/N: This came from watching a man beside me in borders, reading a
book and mumbling under his breath what he read. I kept glancing at
him because he seemed so strange and I just really wanted to know more
about him. This in no way was romantic because he was way older than
me and I didn't want him to get sent to jail, but I made it an EunHae
and then I described it in a romantic way. This probably won't make sense
until you read it, so enjoy!
You saw him the second he stepped into the coffee shop. Handsome yet
short, gorgeous yet not overbearing. Long brown locks of hair adorned
a beautiful, almost fantastical face. Dark shades covered his eyes. A
black wife beater show cased his lean arms and a tattoo of some sort of
sword that disappeared behind his shoulder. Low hung jeans barely fell
off his hips.
He limped, you noticed quickly after he almost stumbled over an old
woman who was just leaving as he entered. He apologized in what you
could hear was a thick accent you couldn't quite place. He held his
head high as he made his way to the line.
You stole glances every few seconds, not being able to tear your eyes
away from the wonderful creature that just stumbled into your path.
You watched as he limped down the line, kept a hand on the railing
beside him.
When he reached the cashier, he ordered a dark coffee, no sugar. He
ambled over to the corner where you were sitting and took a chair
beside yours.
As soon as he sat down he took out a book from his back pocket and
began reading. He took off his shades and placed them on the table,
beside his coffee. You kept stealing glances as soon as you could, and
as discreetly as you were able to. Every so often he'd take a sip
from his coffee and look around the place, glance out the window and
then back at his book.
He caught you staring at him in one of these instances and you
couldn't bare to look away. His eyes were like black coals and so deep
you just wanted to stare at them forever. You could feel the hairs on
the back of your neck stand up, the ones on your legs prickled your
pants as they did the same. His gaze was so fierce and steady, it was
like staring a great threat or danger in the face. He didn't turn away
until a family, loud and rowdy, entered the shop and distracted him
for the smallest second. When he looked away from the family , he
returned to his book, and absolutely ignored your existence.
The family began to order and you could even hear their order from
where you were sitting. Three coffees with milk, one frappuccino, two
mocha lattes and a cup of milk. Someone, maybe the father, ordered a
Danish. After they ordered, they made their way to the center of the
coffee shop and clamored about, moving chairs and tables to accommodate
all the members in the large family.
You heard murmuring beside you, low and fast. When you turned back
around, you noticed the stranger beside you lean over his table, his
left leg bounced up and down and his hands were on the top of his
head, fingers laced. He rubbed his hands over his forehead,
eyes, mouth, fidgeting, never finding where to put them as he read
aloud. He shifted legs, from left to right, until finally he settled
his right leg over the left one. But still bounced his left leg.
You watched out of the corner of your eye as he fidgeted for another 5
minutes or so. You knew he was impatient because of the loud noises
coming from the family across the room. If you closed you eyes and
just listened, it sounded much like those orchestras you heard every
day on your way to school your senior year. The clashing of the
symbols, loud and thunderous, the banging of the drum and the loud
screechy violins described the family and their ruckus. A harp, the
low and melodious sound, and a cello, made you think of the stranger's
mumbling. Together they created a distracting and magnificent piece
of sound, one you wouldn't mind to hear forever.
You've always loved sound and music. Either loud or soft was always
good for you. That's why you became an art mayor in college. As you
thought this, you couldn't help but wonder what the gorgeous creature
beside you did for a living. You wanted to know where he studied and
what he studied. You wanted to ask him where he usually got his
coffee, because you'd never seen him there before.
You wanted to know everything about the handsome stranger. You felt
this burning feeling in the bottom of your stomach, a feeling that
told you you couldn't let this opportunity pass. You needed to speak
to this man.
So when he stood up, having finished his coffee and closed his book,
you took a deep breath and hoped for the best.