Fiction [writing]
Title: Fiction
Focus: YunHo, YooChun
Word Count: 688
Rating: G
Note: For yunchun_ywh's timeline exchange.
The diner was near empty, but that was not really surprising. It was only a rest stop, somewhere off in the middle of nowhere for the convenience of people going out of their usual way on holiday. Only now wasn't really the time of year for vacationers. The elderly couple that had set it up were retired with more than enough money to last them the rest of their golden years, but they wanted some peace and quiet in the country. They kept socially active while they could and this diner was one of their ways of doing so, without making too many attachments.
That was how YunHo saw things in his mind, how he jotted them down in his notebook, always making speculations on the real life situations he saw around him. Sipping his coffee, he looked around the establishment and made remarks in his notebook on the state of the walls (faded to gray), the ceiling (low and patchy), the counters (stained with coffee). It was a quaint diner, a little shabby but welcoming. The couple at the register were arguing, the husband teasing his wife gently. YunHo smiled and took notes on their appearance, noting the woman's sharp eyes and her husband's relaxed smile. The sound of the bell at the door tinkling interrupted his pen.
It was like how movies went. The new arrival took a seat at the counter, two stools away from YunHo's own, and they exchanged smiles, polite and silent greetings. YunHo looked back down to his notepad, sketching a verbal description of the other man. Not too tall, not too short, with skinny shoulders and round cheeks. His eyes were near slits and when he smiled they seemed to disappear almost entirely. His hands were manly, but without appearing as though they had been through very much labor. He looked like a university student in his crisp white shirt. YunHo imagined he might be a philosophy major, the way his expression went blank and thoughtful whenever he peeked up to look at him.
"What are you writing?"
YunHo looked up, startled to find the other man so close, now sitting in the stool right beside his. He moved silently and YunHo's mind automatically thought to remember that, even as he shut his notebook and tucked it under his arm.
"Nothing much, really."
He smiled, and the other man smiled back at him, eyes bright and amused. He was the nosey type, YunHo could tell already.
"If it's nothing, why are you trying to hide it?"
"Maybe I'm just embarrassed by how unremarkable it really is," YunHo retorted, and saw how the corner of his new acquaintance's mouth quirk up. He stretched out his hand, not really one for suspense. "I'm Jung YunHo."
"Park YooChun."
His grip was tight, strong. But just as YunHo had suspected, his fingers were soft, uncalloused.
"What are you doing all the way out here?" Park YooChun with the firm grip and uncalloused fingers asked.
YunHo shrugged. "Taking a holiday."
"Now's not really the time for holidays. Not in this area. The weather's dreadful."
"That's exactly why I'm here. It's quiet."
They exchanged smiles, both playing a game and neither quite understanding the rules. But YunHo found himself so caught up in it that when YooChun had gotten up to leave, the only thing he'd written down was the younger man's phone number.
"Look me up whenever you get back to the city," he said said.
YunHo tucked the number in his notebook, and wouldn't pull it out for another month to come. In the meantime, he made his notes and worked on a brief short story about a young man he'd met at in a bar one dreary winter day. A young man with soft hands, a firm grip, a sly smile, and brilliantly expressive eyes.
He looked like a student, was impudent like one, too. He was flirty, precocious, but naive. He was a child, when I'd met him at the bar on that cold, wintry night. But as we got to know each other, his development began, and I would take him under my wing. Little aware was I that he was not the only one to grow from our relationship...
Focus: YunHo, YooChun
Word Count: 688
Rating: G
Note: For yunchun_ywh's timeline exchange.
The diner was near empty, but that was not really surprising. It was only a rest stop, somewhere off in the middle of nowhere for the convenience of people going out of their usual way on holiday. Only now wasn't really the time of year for vacationers. The elderly couple that had set it up were retired with more than enough money to last them the rest of their golden years, but they wanted some peace and quiet in the country. They kept socially active while they could and this diner was one of their ways of doing so, without making too many attachments.
That was how YunHo saw things in his mind, how he jotted them down in his notebook, always making speculations on the real life situations he saw around him. Sipping his coffee, he looked around the establishment and made remarks in his notebook on the state of the walls (faded to gray), the ceiling (low and patchy), the counters (stained with coffee). It was a quaint diner, a little shabby but welcoming. The couple at the register were arguing, the husband teasing his wife gently. YunHo smiled and took notes on their appearance, noting the woman's sharp eyes and her husband's relaxed smile. The sound of the bell at the door tinkling interrupted his pen.
It was like how movies went. The new arrival took a seat at the counter, two stools away from YunHo's own, and they exchanged smiles, polite and silent greetings. YunHo looked back down to his notepad, sketching a verbal description of the other man. Not too tall, not too short, with skinny shoulders and round cheeks. His eyes were near slits and when he smiled they seemed to disappear almost entirely. His hands were manly, but without appearing as though they had been through very much labor. He looked like a university student in his crisp white shirt. YunHo imagined he might be a philosophy major, the way his expression went blank and thoughtful whenever he peeked up to look at him.
"What are you writing?"
YunHo looked up, startled to find the other man so close, now sitting in the stool right beside his. He moved silently and YunHo's mind automatically thought to remember that, even as he shut his notebook and tucked it under his arm.
"Nothing much, really."
He smiled, and the other man smiled back at him, eyes bright and amused. He was the nosey type, YunHo could tell already.
"If it's nothing, why are you trying to hide it?"
"Maybe I'm just embarrassed by how unremarkable it really is," YunHo retorted, and saw how the corner of his new acquaintance's mouth quirk up. He stretched out his hand, not really one for suspense. "I'm Jung YunHo."
"Park YooChun."
His grip was tight, strong. But just as YunHo had suspected, his fingers were soft, uncalloused.
"What are you doing all the way out here?" Park YooChun with the firm grip and uncalloused fingers asked.
YunHo shrugged. "Taking a holiday."
"Now's not really the time for holidays. Not in this area. The weather's dreadful."
"That's exactly why I'm here. It's quiet."
They exchanged smiles, both playing a game and neither quite understanding the rules. But YunHo found himself so caught up in it that when YooChun had gotten up to leave, the only thing he'd written down was the younger man's phone number.
"Look me up whenever you get back to the city," he said said.
YunHo tucked the number in his notebook, and wouldn't pull it out for another month to come. In the meantime, he made his notes and worked on a brief short story about a young man he'd met at in a bar one dreary winter day. A young man with soft hands, a firm grip, a sly smile, and brilliantly expressive eyes.
He looked like a student, was impudent like one, too. He was flirty, precocious, but naive. He was a child, when I'd met him at the bar on that cold, wintry night. But as we got to know each other, his development began, and I would take him under my wing. Little aware was I that he was not the only one to grow from our relationship...