Afternoon Kimbap
Title: Afternoon Kimbap
Pairing: Kyusung
Rate: G
Disclaimer: I'm from Ohio...not too many hot korean idols to own or make money of off. So do you think I'm doing that with these boys?...didn't think so
Summary: The day doesn't just end with the note. Sequel to Morning coffee.
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I don't know what I was thinking. I think I just indirectly asked you out but even then I don't even know what time you get off of work. Or even if you would want to spend the rest of the day with me. Though after the almost hour I spent with you in the coffee shop, I would hope that you want to.
If only my fans could see me now, getting flustered and confused over you who I've only just had my first actual conversation with. Whatever image they have of me would probably be destroyed. I would probably laugh at me right now if I were them.
I can't say that this is really out of nowhere. I found the coffee shop around a year ago, just looking for somewhere not too crowed for some coffee after spending a night recording. Something pulled me to your shop and the coffee was beyond amazing so I went back again until it just became routine. You were always there though. Always the one to serve. I knew you knew my order but in some ways I am glad that you have me order every time. The atmosphere of the cafe is just so comforting that the extra time I have to take to order is relaxing and makes the hectic day much easier to work through.
I'm not sure when I knew you figured out who I was, but one day the way you looked at me was different and I worried that a scene would be made and I would have to search for a new coffee place again. But you didn't you just smiled softly like you always did and said nothing more then the lines you say to every customer who walks through the door. And I think it was that soft smile and knowing eyes that made me slowly fall for you.
Being completely alone with you this morning, I knew it was my only chance. If I didn't say anything, when would be my next chance? I almost want to say it was fate since it happens to be my day off too. If you accept my invitation, I don't have to worry about work and it can me just me and you and we can get to know each other more then just an idol and coffee shop worker.
You could only imagine my shock when you call me to say that you'll meet me at my apartment in a short while. I had been so lost in my thoughts that my mind didn't even process that I had been walking for almost three hours already. I think I have circled my apartment about four times in about the largest circle you could imagine. I hope no one was paying enough attention to see me walk past so much.
It wasn't until I actually entered my apartment that the fact the you were coming over hit me. I quickly realized just how much of a mess my place was, and how limited my was. I ran around my apartment, trying to clean up as fast as I humanly could, just throwing anything unnecessary into one of the spare rooms, rearranged my dishes so that you are at least stacked neatly in the sink, there isn't time to actually wash them right now. The only places in my home that we actually clean were the bathroom and my bedroom. For some reason, I'm very particular about keeping those clean and not the rest of the house. I barely finished making the apartment acceptable when you rang the doorbell.
"Hi. Did you have any problems getting in?" I asked you, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible and not at all out of breath.
"No, none at all. Though it helps that you told the doorman that I would be coming." You flashed that smile at me again. The same one you show me every time I walk into the coffee shop. Maybe that's what brought me back every time. Every time just wanting to see you and that gorgeous smile. When did I fall for it so bad?
"Well you wouldn't believe how many girls try telling them that I invited them over, just so they could get in a meet me."
"I don't blame them. I'm still trying to believe that I'm here myself." You look so shy and unsure, it's cute but makes me feel a little uneasy and wonder if I was too rash in inviting you out.
"Well don't just stand there, come in and relax. Sorry about the mess still around. I didn't really finish cleaning up before you showed up." I tried to encourage you to relax a bit. I don't want you feeling like just because I'm a singer, that we live in completely different worlds. I'm still a normal guy at home and well anytime off of the camera.
"It looks better then my place. I don't even let my sister over anymore just because all she does is yell at me for the mess."
"Don't worry, my brother does the same thing. Are you hungry? I'm not the best cook, but my kimbap is pretty good if I do say so myself." I said, mimicking you from this morning.
"Well if you say so, then I guess I must try it." I feel like our roles our now reversed, I'm serving you now in my own personal little cafe so to speak.
"Go a head and look around if you want. You can also put on some music. All my CDs are on the shelves by the TV." Food and good music, that should be enough to make you comfortable. I know that helps me sometimes on set when I'm working.
"I'm impressed. Your taste in music is pretty good. And the size of your collection is nothing to laugh at."
"Thanks, I've been adding to that since I was in middle school. The only collection that's bigger is my DVDs. I am definitely a movie person. Late at night when I have issues sleeping or after a long day of working I just like to throw in a movie and relax."
"I much prefer gaming. A friend from high school got me into them my first year and I haven't stopped playing since. I blame him any time someone says I play too many games."
"I wouldn't say I play games too much, though I usually play one before I go on stage. It just really helps me relax. And if I win, then I feel like my performance will go even better." You laughed as you finally decided on an album to play, which just so happened to be one of my favorites. I almost think that you forgot where you were because the next thing I know, you're singing along. If only I could see you from the kitchen.
I stopped what I was doing just to focus on your singing. You were great, better then me even. How you have let yourself go in life without doing anything with your voice, I'm not sure I'll know. I'm not sure when I started singing, but it wasn't until I noticed that you had stopped that I caught myself.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to just start singing like that. I just like singing along to his songs." You apologized. I really don't know why, there was absolutely no reason to.
"No, you were fine. You're really good actually."
"No, I'm not. Not like you anyways." You said as you walked into the kitchen, trying to hide your blush.
"You want to know a secret?" You perked up at that. "I really don't think I'm as great of a singer as everyone says I am. I wouldn't be a singer if my mother didn't push me into it." You're the first person I have told this. The only other people to know are my manager and company CEO.
"Really? I thought you always wanted to be a singer."
"I was one of those kids who never really knew what they wanted to be. I thought about composing music for a while, but never actually being the one to perform it." You didn't say anything. I wasn't too surprised, it's quite a different thought then what my company has me lead all the fans to believe.
The only noise for the next few minutes was from the CD still playing from the living room and my cooking. I wouldn't say it was uncomfortable, but if it went on much longer I think it might have driven me insane. Obviously you had been lost in your thoughts since when I set down a plate with nicely cut pieces of kimbap in front of you, you jumped a bit.
"Sorry. Try some." You blushed again, a little embarrassed to be caught daydreaming, though I thought it was cute. I seem to be finding a lot of things you do cute. It make me wonder just how bad have I fallen for you in this past year by just going to the coffee shop.
"This is really great. You must be underestimating your cooking skills."
"It's just kimbap, nothing special."
"It's more then I can make. Most of our stuff at the shop are prepared for fast and easy cooking. We still make all of it, but the cooks will prepare it in servings and make it really hard to mess it up. At home, I can't cook at all. My sister even says I can't make ramen right. Not sure how I survive on a daily basis like that."
"Well obviously you know how to cook enough for yourself. After that, it doesn't really matter." I encouraged since you looked so glum after revealing your secret. It worked a bit at least, you showed me that smile and went back to eating happily.
After we finished eating, you suggested to watch a movie, which I of course agreed to and we spent most of it just talking. I don't even remember what movie you picked out since instead I spent it learning more about you.
All about how the coffee shop is owned by your sister and she was reluctant to hire you because of your cooking skills. Also how you have afternoon classes three times a week at the local college and are a business major because that's what your dad wanted you to do. And how if you're not playing games in your free time, you study Chinese.
Though of course you didn't let the conversation be all about you. You forced me into revealing some of my secrets as well. Like how I adore turtles and have three back at my parents place. And that I spend way too much time on my hair everyday. I don't know how but you also managed to get me to reveal some of the compositions I've been working on. I'm starting to wonder if you have some special powers over me.
But as they say all good things must come to an end. My manager called me with a last minute evening radio program thus ending our night early. I really wish that it would've lasted longer.
"Just go, don't worry we've spent most of the day hanging out now. And as long as I didn't completely embarrass myself, then there is always next time. That and I'll still be at the coffee shop in the morning." You pushed when I was reluctant to go though I could tell that you didn't want me to leave either. At least I think that was what you were showing in those lovely eyes of yours.
"I know, but it's still not cool. I was suppose to have to whole day off to do as I please."
"Yeah and then you wasted it with me."
"Don't think that. This is one of the best days off I've had."
"Really?" You were so shocked that I couldn't help but laugh and I don't know what I was thinking when I suddenly leaned over to give you a hug and kiss your cheek. I don't think I have ever seen someone turn a brighter shade of red then what you were at that moment.
"Omo, I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that all of a sudden, but you just looked so cute." Wow I really keep doing and saying things without realizing it today. Well if I wanted to keep some sort of cool image today, I have just completely failed.
"It's okay, I just wasn't expecting you to do that. And did you just say I was cute?"
"Yeah...I think that's what I said." I think we were both in a daze at this point and it took my manager arriving to really pull us out of it.
"Well thanks for the day, Jongwoon. I'll see you in the morning." You said as you went to leave, still embarrassed.
"I have your number now. So I'll text you sometime later. Make sure to listen to me on the radio tonight and then blame them for cutting it short." You were definitely not expecting me to say that. And as you left the only thing I was thinking about...aside from just how cute you are, is that we are definitely doing this again some time.
A/N: Finally the sequel to Morning Coffee. Though this time we're in Jongwoon's POV.
I wrote this like twice since my computer died. Though I think that was some what a sign, since this time I think it fits the flow of Morning Coffee much more then the first version I wrote did.
Once again I wrote this in the middle of the night tonight. I wrote a tiny bit last we but most of it tonight.
I am planning one more part to this, whenever I get around to it.
Is this still as good as the first part?
Comment please.
And of course happy Kyusung Day^^
^^♥
Pairing: Kyusung
Rate: G
Disclaimer: I'm from Ohio...not too many hot korean idols to own or make money of off. So do you think I'm doing that with these boys?...didn't think so
Summary: The day doesn't just end with the note. Sequel to Morning coffee.
~
I don't know what I was thinking. I think I just indirectly asked you out but even then I don't even know what time you get off of work. Or even if you would want to spend the rest of the day with me. Though after the almost hour I spent with you in the coffee shop, I would hope that you want to.
If only my fans could see me now, getting flustered and confused over you who I've only just had my first actual conversation with. Whatever image they have of me would probably be destroyed. I would probably laugh at me right now if I were them.
I can't say that this is really out of nowhere. I found the coffee shop around a year ago, just looking for somewhere not too crowed for some coffee after spending a night recording. Something pulled me to your shop and the coffee was beyond amazing so I went back again until it just became routine. You were always there though. Always the one to serve. I knew you knew my order but in some ways I am glad that you have me order every time. The atmosphere of the cafe is just so comforting that the extra time I have to take to order is relaxing and makes the hectic day much easier to work through.
I'm not sure when I knew you figured out who I was, but one day the way you looked at me was different and I worried that a scene would be made and I would have to search for a new coffee place again. But you didn't you just smiled softly like you always did and said nothing more then the lines you say to every customer who walks through the door. And I think it was that soft smile and knowing eyes that made me slowly fall for you.
Being completely alone with you this morning, I knew it was my only chance. If I didn't say anything, when would be my next chance? I almost want to say it was fate since it happens to be my day off too. If you accept my invitation, I don't have to worry about work and it can me just me and you and we can get to know each other more then just an idol and coffee shop worker.
You could only imagine my shock when you call me to say that you'll meet me at my apartment in a short while. I had been so lost in my thoughts that my mind didn't even process that I had been walking for almost three hours already. I think I have circled my apartment about four times in about the largest circle you could imagine. I hope no one was paying enough attention to see me walk past so much.
It wasn't until I actually entered my apartment that the fact the you were coming over hit me. I quickly realized just how much of a mess my place was, and how limited my was. I ran around my apartment, trying to clean up as fast as I humanly could, just throwing anything unnecessary into one of the spare rooms, rearranged my dishes so that you are at least stacked neatly in the sink, there isn't time to actually wash them right now. The only places in my home that we actually clean were the bathroom and my bedroom. For some reason, I'm very particular about keeping those clean and not the rest of the house. I barely finished making the apartment acceptable when you rang the doorbell.
"Hi. Did you have any problems getting in?" I asked you, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible and not at all out of breath.
"No, none at all. Though it helps that you told the doorman that I would be coming." You flashed that smile at me again. The same one you show me every time I walk into the coffee shop. Maybe that's what brought me back every time. Every time just wanting to see you and that gorgeous smile. When did I fall for it so bad?
"Well you wouldn't believe how many girls try telling them that I invited them over, just so they could get in a meet me."
"I don't blame them. I'm still trying to believe that I'm here myself." You look so shy and unsure, it's cute but makes me feel a little uneasy and wonder if I was too rash in inviting you out.
"Well don't just stand there, come in and relax. Sorry about the mess still around. I didn't really finish cleaning up before you showed up." I tried to encourage you to relax a bit. I don't want you feeling like just because I'm a singer, that we live in completely different worlds. I'm still a normal guy at home and well anytime off of the camera.
"It looks better then my place. I don't even let my sister over anymore just because all she does is yell at me for the mess."
"Don't worry, my brother does the same thing. Are you hungry? I'm not the best cook, but my kimbap is pretty good if I do say so myself." I said, mimicking you from this morning.
"Well if you say so, then I guess I must try it." I feel like our roles our now reversed, I'm serving you now in my own personal little cafe so to speak.
"Go a head and look around if you want. You can also put on some music. All my CDs are on the shelves by the TV." Food and good music, that should be enough to make you comfortable. I know that helps me sometimes on set when I'm working.
"I'm impressed. Your taste in music is pretty good. And the size of your collection is nothing to laugh at."
"Thanks, I've been adding to that since I was in middle school. The only collection that's bigger is my DVDs. I am definitely a movie person. Late at night when I have issues sleeping or after a long day of working I just like to throw in a movie and relax."
"I much prefer gaming. A friend from high school got me into them my first year and I haven't stopped playing since. I blame him any time someone says I play too many games."
"I wouldn't say I play games too much, though I usually play one before I go on stage. It just really helps me relax. And if I win, then I feel like my performance will go even better." You laughed as you finally decided on an album to play, which just so happened to be one of my favorites. I almost think that you forgot where you were because the next thing I know, you're singing along. If only I could see you from the kitchen.
I stopped what I was doing just to focus on your singing. You were great, better then me even. How you have let yourself go in life without doing anything with your voice, I'm not sure I'll know. I'm not sure when I started singing, but it wasn't until I noticed that you had stopped that I caught myself.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to just start singing like that. I just like singing along to his songs." You apologized. I really don't know why, there was absolutely no reason to.
"No, you were fine. You're really good actually."
"No, I'm not. Not like you anyways." You said as you walked into the kitchen, trying to hide your blush.
"You want to know a secret?" You perked up at that. "I really don't think I'm as great of a singer as everyone says I am. I wouldn't be a singer if my mother didn't push me into it." You're the first person I have told this. The only other people to know are my manager and company CEO.
"Really? I thought you always wanted to be a singer."
"I was one of those kids who never really knew what they wanted to be. I thought about composing music for a while, but never actually being the one to perform it." You didn't say anything. I wasn't too surprised, it's quite a different thought then what my company has me lead all the fans to believe.
The only noise for the next few minutes was from the CD still playing from the living room and my cooking. I wouldn't say it was uncomfortable, but if it went on much longer I think it might have driven me insane. Obviously you had been lost in your thoughts since when I set down a plate with nicely cut pieces of kimbap in front of you, you jumped a bit.
"Sorry. Try some." You blushed again, a little embarrassed to be caught daydreaming, though I thought it was cute. I seem to be finding a lot of things you do cute. It make me wonder just how bad have I fallen for you in this past year by just going to the coffee shop.
"This is really great. You must be underestimating your cooking skills."
"It's just kimbap, nothing special."
"It's more then I can make. Most of our stuff at the shop are prepared for fast and easy cooking. We still make all of it, but the cooks will prepare it in servings and make it really hard to mess it up. At home, I can't cook at all. My sister even says I can't make ramen right. Not sure how I survive on a daily basis like that."
"Well obviously you know how to cook enough for yourself. After that, it doesn't really matter." I encouraged since you looked so glum after revealing your secret. It worked a bit at least, you showed me that smile and went back to eating happily.
After we finished eating, you suggested to watch a movie, which I of course agreed to and we spent most of it just talking. I don't even remember what movie you picked out since instead I spent it learning more about you.
All about how the coffee shop is owned by your sister and she was reluctant to hire you because of your cooking skills. Also how you have afternoon classes three times a week at the local college and are a business major because that's what your dad wanted you to do. And how if you're not playing games in your free time, you study Chinese.
Though of course you didn't let the conversation be all about you. You forced me into revealing some of my secrets as well. Like how I adore turtles and have three back at my parents place. And that I spend way too much time on my hair everyday. I don't know how but you also managed to get me to reveal some of the compositions I've been working on. I'm starting to wonder if you have some special powers over me.
But as they say all good things must come to an end. My manager called me with a last minute evening radio program thus ending our night early. I really wish that it would've lasted longer.
"Just go, don't worry we've spent most of the day hanging out now. And as long as I didn't completely embarrass myself, then there is always next time. That and I'll still be at the coffee shop in the morning." You pushed when I was reluctant to go though I could tell that you didn't want me to leave either. At least I think that was what you were showing in those lovely eyes of yours.
"I know, but it's still not cool. I was suppose to have to whole day off to do as I please."
"Yeah and then you wasted it with me."
"Don't think that. This is one of the best days off I've had."
"Really?" You were so shocked that I couldn't help but laugh and I don't know what I was thinking when I suddenly leaned over to give you a hug and kiss your cheek. I don't think I have ever seen someone turn a brighter shade of red then what you were at that moment.
"Omo, I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that all of a sudden, but you just looked so cute." Wow I really keep doing and saying things without realizing it today. Well if I wanted to keep some sort of cool image today, I have just completely failed.
"It's okay, I just wasn't expecting you to do that. And did you just say I was cute?"
"Yeah...I think that's what I said." I think we were both in a daze at this point and it took my manager arriving to really pull us out of it.
"Well thanks for the day, Jongwoon. I'll see you in the morning." You said as you went to leave, still embarrassed.
"I have your number now. So I'll text you sometime later. Make sure to listen to me on the radio tonight and then blame them for cutting it short." You were definitely not expecting me to say that. And as you left the only thing I was thinking about...aside from just how cute you are, is that we are definitely doing this again some time.
A/N: Finally the sequel to Morning Coffee. Though this time we're in Jongwoon's POV.
I wrote this like twice since my computer died. Though I think that was some what a sign, since this time I think it fits the flow of Morning Coffee much more then the first version I wrote did.
Once again I wrote this in the middle of the night tonight. I wrote a tiny bit last we but most of it tonight.
I am planning one more part to this, whenever I get around to it.
Is this still as good as the first part?
Comment please.
And of course happy Kyusung Day^^
^^♥