regret.
大楼很高、捷运很快。可是天很灰。
He sat at the long table, head resting on his left palm that was propped on the marble top, as he stared at the rain drops splattering silently on the other side of the brown tinted glass in front of him. He would have left the cafe long ago, but he didn't. He tapped his fingers along to the quiet melody that was playing in tune with the silent rain drops. The bass of his unheard melody were the splattering puddles as passerby hurried their way across the street.
His latte was almost cold, he realized, and that made him conscious of how long he must have waited. Jonghyun was the only person who dared to make him wait. or perhaps, the only person he wouldn't mind waiting for. He made a mental note to hit jonghyun hard on the head once he arrives. The thought of jonghyun's irritated expression that would most probably appear after that hit made him cracked a slight smirk. He love that expression. Jonghyun would glare up at him half angrily with a slight pout, puppy-like, just to earn another knock on his head. Who cares if jonghyun was three years older. Not him anyways. That was what he loved about their relationship. there was no such thing as a hyung-dongsaeng relationship between them. There was no need for him to act all goody goody around jonghyun just like how he had to act around all the other seniors. He could pounce on jonghyun's back and playfully half strangle his hyung and he knows both of them would just laugh and continue playing along with each other, most probably ending up on the floor with unkempt hair and clothes.
温暖让麻木的灵魂 重燃感觉。
Bored, he started blowing vapours on the tinted cafe glass windows, drawing ugly eye bulging stick-men on the mini water droplets and labling the shortest one jonghyun, as usual. He reckon jonghyun would be reaching anytime soon. He knows jonghyun well enough to know that he would probably be about 40 minutes late. Why did he even reach that early? was he that excited to see him. The last time they met was like.... 3 days back? That meet up, Jonghyun had excitedly told him to meet up again because he had something to announce. Something along the line of he can't hold that secret any longer. Jonghyun was excited over everything. All the time.
After adding horns to stick-man jonghyun, he spinned around his bar stool and read the menu off the counter. Perhaps he should first order a cup of jonghyun's favourite mocha frappucino, so his hyung could have something to drink immediately when he reach.
有了体会 梦才会慢慢实现。真的会吗？
The bells at the door jingled, and he heard someone called out to him.
"Taemin!"
Taemin turned at the sound of his name, excited to see his best pal again. In a split second, felt his heart clenched.
Jonghyun was here... ... ...with someone else.
Little pinkie hooked to little pinkie.
我爱的人 不是我的爱人。
-tbc-
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because seeing zenn write makes me wanna write too but ahaha i always give up halfway so ya. wrote little stuffs in the past before but i shall nvr dig my vomit worthy stories out. shall see what happens tomorrow.
Inspired by taem and his "regret".
and u guys get to see this because i have lost touch with LJ and i dunno how to save drafts. BYE.