Scarves and Coffe Dates
Scarves and Coffee Dates
Myungsoo/Sungjong
K
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It's winter the next time Myungsoo sees Sungjong.
His hands are clammy on his phone as he dials his first love, whose phone number, although erased from the contacts on his phone, is embedded too deeply to forget into Myungsoo's memory.
They arrange to meet in a cafe, table number 29, the one around the block from the train station near Myungsoo's work and Sungjong's university. The one that sells banging coffee but stale and hard-as-rocks sandwiches (or so Sungyeol, his workmate, says).
They talk about university-- do you still see so and so, how is so and so, have you been eating well, are you going to do your master's, did you watch that drama that airs on Wednesdays, you know, the one with So Ji Sub and Song Hye Kyo, small and idle chatter that fills up time and the empty void in their life that they spent away from each other.
Their conversation blends in with the music of the cafe, and they feel a fire within them rekindle, after years and years of being untouched (like Sungjong's sandwich after he makes the mistake of ordering one).
They talk and talk until the sun sets and the cafe closes, and they are forced to exit, leaving the warmth of the shop into the harsh winter air of Seoul.
They walk towards the nearby park-- which Myungsoo realises with a jolt is the place where they broke up, and the place where they first met. Taking a side glance at Sungjong, he assumes that the younger is probably thinking something along the same lines as what he is. The place gives both of them bittersweet memories, but they make their way towards it in silence.
In this moment Myungsoo decides that it's the right time to say what he wanted to when he planned the meeting.
"You know," Myungsoo says quietly, his breath creating a fog in front of him. "You're still the same as ever."
That's right, Sungjong has remained exactly the same as five years ago, save for his hair and fashion sense. He's still bright and happy, sassy and short-tempered, he's still caring and kind and polite and beautiful and Sungjong.
They say you can stop being in love with someone, but you can never stop loving them, but Myungsoo calls this bullshit. After five years, he's still in love with Sungjong.
"Really?" Sungjong replies.
"And you know, I'm still in love with you," Myungsoo continues. "Five years, five entire years without you and you're still my last thought before I sleep and the first one when I wake up. I don't even remember why we broke up. I just know that I want to be with you again, and I'm sorry for whatever caused us to break up, I'm so so sorry but I don't even remember why we did, but I just want to be with you."
Sungjong is silent, tears spilling from his eyes, from the coldness or Myungsoo's speech he doesn't know. Time passes and the harsh sound of the wind resonates through their eyes as seconds and minutes pass by in silence. By no means is it an uncomfortable silence, but Myungsoo is nervous. So nervous and it's up to Sungjong, now or never.
"Myungie," Sungjong says quietly, as if talking to a child. The fondness in his voice is evident to both of them, there and stronger than years ago, nothing's really changed, has it. With the nickname, the ones they called each other by from the day they first started dating to the bitter end, Myungsoo knows. He knows and he lets a gigantic and stupid grin make its way onto his face. They've never really needed that much communication between them. "I'm cold."
And he feels a flash of deja vu as he stands up and stands next to Sungjong, wrapping his arms around the younger's neck. He feels as if he's done this before, and it turns out that he has, as Sungjong says, grin matching Myungsoo's, "You're going to say 'I'll be your scarf', right?"
They both laugh, and then their laughter joins together as Myungsoo moves his lips onto Sungjong's and they kiss, the fit of their lips so familiar even though so much time has passed between them.
Myungsoo/Sungjong
K
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It's winter the next time Myungsoo sees Sungjong.
His hands are clammy on his phone as he dials his first love, whose phone number, although erased from the contacts on his phone, is embedded too deeply to forget into Myungsoo's memory.
They arrange to meet in a cafe, table number 29, the one around the block from the train station near Myungsoo's work and Sungjong's university. The one that sells banging coffee but stale and hard-as-rocks sandwiches (or so Sungyeol, his workmate, says).
They talk about university-- do you still see so and so, how is so and so, have you been eating well, are you going to do your master's, did you watch that drama that airs on Wednesdays, you know, the one with So Ji Sub and Song Hye Kyo, small and idle chatter that fills up time and the empty void in their life that they spent away from each other.
Their conversation blends in with the music of the cafe, and they feel a fire within them rekindle, after years and years of being untouched (like Sungjong's sandwich after he makes the mistake of ordering one).
They talk and talk until the sun sets and the cafe closes, and they are forced to exit, leaving the warmth of the shop into the harsh winter air of Seoul.
They walk towards the nearby park-- which Myungsoo realises with a jolt is the place where they broke up, and the place where they first met. Taking a side glance at Sungjong, he assumes that the younger is probably thinking something along the same lines as what he is. The place gives both of them bittersweet memories, but they make their way towards it in silence.
In this moment Myungsoo decides that it's the right time to say what he wanted to when he planned the meeting.
"You know," Myungsoo says quietly, his breath creating a fog in front of him. "You're still the same as ever."
That's right, Sungjong has remained exactly the same as five years ago, save for his hair and fashion sense. He's still bright and happy, sassy and short-tempered, he's still caring and kind and polite and beautiful and Sungjong.
They say you can stop being in love with someone, but you can never stop loving them, but Myungsoo calls this bullshit. After five years, he's still in love with Sungjong.
"Really?" Sungjong replies.
"And you know, I'm still in love with you," Myungsoo continues. "Five years, five entire years without you and you're still my last thought before I sleep and the first one when I wake up. I don't even remember why we broke up. I just know that I want to be with you again, and I'm sorry for whatever caused us to break up, I'm so so sorry but I don't even remember why we did, but I just want to be with you."
Sungjong is silent, tears spilling from his eyes, from the coldness or Myungsoo's speech he doesn't know. Time passes and the harsh sound of the wind resonates through their eyes as seconds and minutes pass by in silence. By no means is it an uncomfortable silence, but Myungsoo is nervous. So nervous and it's up to Sungjong, now or never.
"Myungie," Sungjong says quietly, as if talking to a child. The fondness in his voice is evident to both of them, there and stronger than years ago, nothing's really changed, has it. With the nickname, the ones they called each other by from the day they first started dating to the bitter end, Myungsoo knows. He knows and he lets a gigantic and stupid grin make its way onto his face. They've never really needed that much communication between them. "I'm cold."
And he feels a flash of deja vu as he stands up and stands next to Sungjong, wrapping his arms around the younger's neck. He feels as if he's done this before, and it turns out that he has, as Sungjong says, grin matching Myungsoo's, "You're going to say 'I'll be your scarf', right?"
They both laugh, and then their laughter joins together as Myungsoo moves his lips onto Sungjong's and they kiss, the fit of their lips so familiar even though so much time has passed between them.