365 Days of Love Rants
day 31 : telephone
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telephone || 737wc
The torrential showers blesses this foreign land, the sky was murky in black bordered by the extending chimneys of old buildings. With an umbrella shielding my head, I walk down the streets mustering the chill with an overcoat. The streets were suddenly had lost its life, the shops were lack of visitors, the cars weren’t speeding and the streets weren’t crowded with the variant cacophony of human voices. It was solemn, and lonely. I took my time, enjoying the summer offered by London. And, from this distance, the red telephone booth came to my view, I speed up a little avoiding the puddles of water, determined to find warmth within the booth.
~
The man later arrived, by much effort he opened the door and was consummated with the warmth offered by it and quickly shut the door. It was dingy and intimate, only with a telephone taking its space. He rubbed his hands for friction, in attempt of warming himself. He was rather digressing in the small booth, staring at the phone as the neurotransmitters in his brain coursing electricity to its neighbours, providing him with strings of coherent words to express his feelings. He was a man with few words, and so many times words had failed him when feelings are involved. He was a man who demonstrates affection to send his message across. But, when his lover is thousand miles away from where he is, he was down to this only option.
~
He fumbled with his overcoat, his leather shoes tapping the material of the booth; he was nervous, beyond nervous. What if his words came out wrong he thought to himself as he retracted the receiver from its place. He took another minute staring at the numbers and putting the receiver back to its place in sign of resignation. He stared outwards as he cursed himself to oblivion for being a coward. A couple walking down the street hand in hand, warm and toasty with their fingers tangled together sharing tenderness. He was envious, and with that feeling in his heart, he jerked the receiver and pressed the number he had known by heart.
~
There was a tone that made his heart dies a little and reinforcing that his lover is outreach from his grasp. He tried again. And, there comes the tone that made his face lit up.
“Hello.”A sleepy voice greeted him and he could imagine his lover at the other side with his head on his pillow with his eyes closed on their bed. With that mental image, the urge to be next to his lover was simmering.
“Tae.”He said, the way he’ll call Taemin when he came back home from a long, exhilarating day in the office.
“Minho?”The other questioned and Minho was nodding his head, which he later realised that Taemin can’t see him.
“Yes.”So, he verified his identity.
“MINHO!”The other shouted and Minho could see the mental image of Taemin sitting up straight on their bed and the way his eyes lit up in shock appearing on the booth’s glasses.
“Tae,I miss you.”He started and he felt a heavy load restricting his movement earlier today had been lifted; now he have all the reason to smile and lilt in the middle of the rain like in a musical.
“I miss you too, Minho.”The other replied, from then their conversation took off with Minho re-filling the coins and Taemin yawning on the other side.
~
“Baby,I need to go.”Minho said disappointedly when his pants pocket felt lighter than when he came in. And, he could hear disappointment from Taemin as well.
They exchanged I Love You’s and Take Care’s, the receiver was placed back to its place.
~
The rain had stopped falling and lay in puddles all over the city when he opened the telephone booth’s door. The smoky light of the moon wrapped in a wispy cloud. The stars coming out one by one, and as he glanced upwards before entering his apartment’s building, the brightest star winked at him reminding him the way Taemin’s eyes glistened mischievously before he placed a wet kiss welcoming him from home. With that thought, he closed his eyes that night thinking to himself, it won’t be long.
I love the darkest time before dawn
Every time I see the beautiful stars,
I think of you (oh my girl)
oh my girl oh
- Telephone - TVXQ
pg
telephone || 737wc
The torrential showers blesses this foreign land, the sky was murky in black bordered by the extending chimneys of old buildings. With an umbrella shielding my head, I walk down the streets mustering the chill with an overcoat. The streets were suddenly had lost its life, the shops were lack of visitors, the cars weren’t speeding and the streets weren’t crowded with the variant cacophony of human voices. It was solemn, and lonely. I took my time, enjoying the summer offered by London. And, from this distance, the red telephone booth came to my view, I speed up a little avoiding the puddles of water, determined to find warmth within the booth.
~
The man later arrived, by much effort he opened the door and was consummated with the warmth offered by it and quickly shut the door. It was dingy and intimate, only with a telephone taking its space. He rubbed his hands for friction, in attempt of warming himself. He was rather digressing in the small booth, staring at the phone as the neurotransmitters in his brain coursing electricity to its neighbours, providing him with strings of coherent words to express his feelings. He was a man with few words, and so many times words had failed him when feelings are involved. He was a man who demonstrates affection to send his message across. But, when his lover is thousand miles away from where he is, he was down to this only option.
~
He fumbled with his overcoat, his leather shoes tapping the material of the booth; he was nervous, beyond nervous. What if his words came out wrong he thought to himself as he retracted the receiver from its place. He took another minute staring at the numbers and putting the receiver back to its place in sign of resignation. He stared outwards as he cursed himself to oblivion for being a coward. A couple walking down the street hand in hand, warm and toasty with their fingers tangled together sharing tenderness. He was envious, and with that feeling in his heart, he jerked the receiver and pressed the number he had known by heart.
~
There was a tone that made his heart dies a little and reinforcing that his lover is outreach from his grasp. He tried again. And, there comes the tone that made his face lit up.
“Hello.”A sleepy voice greeted him and he could imagine his lover at the other side with his head on his pillow with his eyes closed on their bed. With that mental image, the urge to be next to his lover was simmering.
“Tae.”He said, the way he’ll call Taemin when he came back home from a long, exhilarating day in the office.
“Minho?”The other questioned and Minho was nodding his head, which he later realised that Taemin can’t see him.
“Yes.”So, he verified his identity.
“MINHO!”The other shouted and Minho could see the mental image of Taemin sitting up straight on their bed and the way his eyes lit up in shock appearing on the booth’s glasses.
“Tae,I miss you.”He started and he felt a heavy load restricting his movement earlier today had been lifted; now he have all the reason to smile and lilt in the middle of the rain like in a musical.
“I miss you too, Minho.”The other replied, from then their conversation took off with Minho re-filling the coins and Taemin yawning on the other side.
~
“Baby,I need to go.”Minho said disappointedly when his pants pocket felt lighter than when he came in. And, he could hear disappointment from Taemin as well.
They exchanged I Love You’s and Take Care’s, the receiver was placed back to its place.
~
The rain had stopped falling and lay in puddles all over the city when he opened the telephone booth’s door. The smoky light of the moon wrapped in a wispy cloud. The stars coming out one by one, and as he glanced upwards before entering his apartment’s building, the brightest star winked at him reminding him the way Taemin’s eyes glistened mischievously before he placed a wet kiss welcoming him from home. With that thought, he closed his eyes that night thinking to himself, it won’t be long.
I love the darkest time before dawn
Every time I see the beautiful stars,
I think of you (oh my girl)
oh my girl oh
- Telephone - TVXQ