conversations over coffee (part 1), kangin/leeteuk
hiii. idk how many of you actually read my stuff here anymore, but i'll post anyway because i had an idea for a series and i miss posting here. ♥
conversations over coffee (part 1) / 757 words.
rating: g
pairing: kangin/leeteuk
"How come you never called?"
It wasn't an accusation, it was only a simple question in a calm and relaxed conversation over coffee. I knew from the start he'd ask me that but I'd never actually found a real answer. How could I when my heart still felt like it was about to burst whenever I'd see him, even after five years?
I shrugged, "You know how life is," I said, noting the way his lips curled into a taunting smirk and I knew that he knew, but chose not to say anything. "You know how important work is to me and all, it's hard to fit anything else into my life." I'd said it with a teasing tone laced in my voice as I sipped my cup of coffee, watching his eyes give me that look that said 'God-you're-stupid' and I grinned. He hadn't changed a bit. I was glad because it gave me a feeling of familiarity but at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't moved forward ever since we said our goodbyes.
His dimpled smile faded slightly as his eyes turned to look down at his own cup, his fingers idly running along the porcelain surface. It made me feel a bit apprehensive, because if I couldn't pick up the mood, we'd get into serious talking and... I wasn't sure I'd be cut out for his questions. He'd always been quite the talker.
"I saw a raccoon the other day, actually," he began, surprising me with his complete change of topic. "It was digging around for food, well, not actually digging, but you know what I mean." I watched as his eyes turned upwards to look me in the eye again and it felt like they were searching my soul for something; it made me feel uncomfortable. "And it seemed like he hadn't found what he was looking for, so he moved on."
I think I was supposed to catch the point of the story, but I couldn't quite grasp it which seemed obvious to him as he sighed and sat back in his chair, his teeth slightly biting into his lower lip. My hands were occupying themselves as if trying to fill the silence that fell between us. I didn't know what to say to that, because on one hand he was trying to get something out of me with his cryptic ways of speaking and on the other, he wanted me to start talking. I knew that much.
"So," I began after a bit, making eyecontact again. "Does that mean you've moved on?"
He licked his lips for a moment and I could see his eyes flicker, showing that he was thinking about his response. My course in psychology earlier that year finally paid of because it was clear that he was uncomfortable. He was shifting and touching his hair that was styled perfectly as it'd always been so I couldn't help but wonder if he felt some sort of regret, perhaps.
Finally, he laughed, not the high pitched laughter I used to hear so much of when we were younger, but a soft, deep laugh from his stomach. It was strange, actually. "Not really." He said, picking up his cup and downing the contents in one gulp. I gave him an incredulous look, last time I checked, the coffee had been steaming.
"I'm still where I was five years ago, now isn't that a pretty picture?" He said with disgust in his voice and I felt a twinge in the bottom of my stomach. So that was the regret I'd seen. I reached over to put my hand over his and quietly stroked my thumb along the soft, slightly veinfilled, texture of his skin. "It's not the end of the world." I said, trying to sound wise beyond my years which earned me a raise of an eyebrow in return. His hand was a little cold below my palm and I squeezed his hand a bit, thinking.
"Didn't you once say that the world is what you make of it?" I questioned, tilting my head a little as I looked at him. He was staring at me and seemed to be thinking closely about what I'd said. A moment later, his fingers were intertwining with mine and I frowned at him but was only greeted with a sad smile. "I'll need you to be able to accomplish that."
Despite everything I knew that things were going to be moving forward after that... for both of us.
conversations over coffee (part 1) / 757 words.
rating: g
pairing: kangin/leeteuk
"How come you never called?"
It wasn't an accusation, it was only a simple question in a calm and relaxed conversation over coffee. I knew from the start he'd ask me that but I'd never actually found a real answer. How could I when my heart still felt like it was about to burst whenever I'd see him, even after five years?
I shrugged, "You know how life is," I said, noting the way his lips curled into a taunting smirk and I knew that he knew, but chose not to say anything. "You know how important work is to me and all, it's hard to fit anything else into my life." I'd said it with a teasing tone laced in my voice as I sipped my cup of coffee, watching his eyes give me that look that said 'God-you're-stupid' and I grinned. He hadn't changed a bit. I was glad because it gave me a feeling of familiarity but at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't moved forward ever since we said our goodbyes.
His dimpled smile faded slightly as his eyes turned to look down at his own cup, his fingers idly running along the porcelain surface. It made me feel a bit apprehensive, because if I couldn't pick up the mood, we'd get into serious talking and... I wasn't sure I'd be cut out for his questions. He'd always been quite the talker.
"I saw a raccoon the other day, actually," he began, surprising me with his complete change of topic. "It was digging around for food, well, not actually digging, but you know what I mean." I watched as his eyes turned upwards to look me in the eye again and it felt like they were searching my soul for something; it made me feel uncomfortable. "And it seemed like he hadn't found what he was looking for, so he moved on."
I think I was supposed to catch the point of the story, but I couldn't quite grasp it which seemed obvious to him as he sighed and sat back in his chair, his teeth slightly biting into his lower lip. My hands were occupying themselves as if trying to fill the silence that fell between us. I didn't know what to say to that, because on one hand he was trying to get something out of me with his cryptic ways of speaking and on the other, he wanted me to start talking. I knew that much.
"So," I began after a bit, making eyecontact again. "Does that mean you've moved on?"
He licked his lips for a moment and I could see his eyes flicker, showing that he was thinking about his response. My course in psychology earlier that year finally paid of because it was clear that he was uncomfortable. He was shifting and touching his hair that was styled perfectly as it'd always been so I couldn't help but wonder if he felt some sort of regret, perhaps.
Finally, he laughed, not the high pitched laughter I used to hear so much of when we were younger, but a soft, deep laugh from his stomach. It was strange, actually. "Not really." He said, picking up his cup and downing the contents in one gulp. I gave him an incredulous look, last time I checked, the coffee had been steaming.
"I'm still where I was five years ago, now isn't that a pretty picture?" He said with disgust in his voice and I felt a twinge in the bottom of my stomach. So that was the regret I'd seen. I reached over to put my hand over his and quietly stroked my thumb along the soft, slightly veinfilled, texture of his skin. "It's not the end of the world." I said, trying to sound wise beyond my years which earned me a raise of an eyebrow in return. His hand was a little cold below my palm and I squeezed his hand a bit, thinking.
"Didn't you once say that the world is what you make of it?" I questioned, tilting my head a little as I looked at him. He was staring at me and seemed to be thinking closely about what I'd said. A moment later, his fingers were intertwining with mine and I frowned at him but was only greeted with a sad smile. "I'll need you to be able to accomplish that."
Despite everything I knew that things were going to be moving forward after that... for both of us.