[drabble] 君と一緒に年をとりたい。
∞ 君と一緒に年をとりたい。 I want to grow old with you.
→ EXO: Suho/Kris; Fluff, G, 551 words
! no beta
It is one lazy, late afternoon. Junmyeon sits alone in a corner of a small coffee shop tucked away in one of the high-rise buildings of a busy mega city. He rests his chin on his palm, with his elbow propped carefully on the smooth surface of his small coffee table. Warm sunlight enters the place through the glass window; and he amuses himself at how the hundreds of colorful post-it notes filter the soft yellow-colored light.
He brushes the forefinger of his other hand at the base of the glass of his mocha frappuccino. He is not usually the loner type of a person; he just delights on times like this when he is alone, when he can enjoy serenity and do nothing too stressful but just to sit down and relax. The sunlight gives him warmth, which makes him comfortable in such an air-conditioned place; along with a glass of cold frappuccino as his drink (he is the type of person who does not like the cold). He directs his attention again to the post-it notes that are randomly stuck at the glass window. Random thoughts inked in different colors, written by different people, permanently tattooed in time are conveyed in an exhibitory fashion. He heaves an inaudible sigh at such a spectacular thing.
He opens his mouth to take in the end of the straw placed on his coffee. But he feels the tip of the straw brush against his lips as another person snatches his glass away. He watches surprisingly, his mouth hanging wide open as the intruder drinks all of his coffee, using the same end of the straw in one gulp. The intruder puts down his glass and Junmyeon blinks.
“They say you drink according to your age,” the intruder says as he lifts his hand to close Junmyeon’s open jaw. “And coffee is for oldies.”
“Leave me alone, Yifan,” Junmyeon snorts at him, his lips scowling at his now empty glass. He returns his attention to the post-it notes on the glass window, and he senses Yifan move to sit on the chair opposite his table.
They sit like that in silence for a few minutes. Such an occurrence is never awkward to them. In fact, the silence brings them an air of calmness. Just knowing that the other is present and near is quite wonderful, Junmyeon thinks.
Yifan moves at his seat, but Junmyeon doesn’t dare take his attention away from the colorful post-it notes. A few seconds later, he hears the hurried scribbling of pen against paper. And with a loud thud, Yifan puts his pen down on the table.
“Junmyeon-ah, look at me.”
Junmyeon drops his arm and rests it on the edge of the table before directing his hazel eyes to the other guy. Yifan tilts his head and gives him a shy smile. Junmyeon blinks and this time, Yifan chuckles, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
Junmyeon opens his mouth to ask what is so funny about the situation, but before his voice could form the words, he sees a lavender-colored post-it note stuck on the side surface of his empty glass:
If coffee is for oldies, then I’d rather drink it with you
so that we can grow old together.
A/N: because somebody challenged me to write an impromptu drabble (and i am stupid enough to do it) while we were hanging out at one of my favorite local cafés. this is a slightly edited version of the one i wrote on one of the guest (note)books there and i hope my handwriting is bad enough that nobody can steal it (that's my handwriting in thin black ink, the one in heavy ink was written by the one responsible for me writing this almost cliché plot). u__u
→ EXO: Suho/Kris; Fluff, G, 551 words
! no beta
It is one lazy, late afternoon. Junmyeon sits alone in a corner of a small coffee shop tucked away in one of the high-rise buildings of a busy mega city. He rests his chin on his palm, with his elbow propped carefully on the smooth surface of his small coffee table. Warm sunlight enters the place through the glass window; and he amuses himself at how the hundreds of colorful post-it notes filter the soft yellow-colored light.
He brushes the forefinger of his other hand at the base of the glass of his mocha frappuccino. He is not usually the loner type of a person; he just delights on times like this when he is alone, when he can enjoy serenity and do nothing too stressful but just to sit down and relax. The sunlight gives him warmth, which makes him comfortable in such an air-conditioned place; along with a glass of cold frappuccino as his drink (he is the type of person who does not like the cold). He directs his attention again to the post-it notes that are randomly stuck at the glass window. Random thoughts inked in different colors, written by different people, permanently tattooed in time are conveyed in an exhibitory fashion. He heaves an inaudible sigh at such a spectacular thing.
He opens his mouth to take in the end of the straw placed on his coffee. But he feels the tip of the straw brush against his lips as another person snatches his glass away. He watches surprisingly, his mouth hanging wide open as the intruder drinks all of his coffee, using the same end of the straw in one gulp. The intruder puts down his glass and Junmyeon blinks.
“They say you drink according to your age,” the intruder says as he lifts his hand to close Junmyeon’s open jaw. “And coffee is for oldies.”
“Leave me alone, Yifan,” Junmyeon snorts at him, his lips scowling at his now empty glass. He returns his attention to the post-it notes on the glass window, and he senses Yifan move to sit on the chair opposite his table.
They sit like that in silence for a few minutes. Such an occurrence is never awkward to them. In fact, the silence brings them an air of calmness. Just knowing that the other is present and near is quite wonderful, Junmyeon thinks.
Yifan moves at his seat, but Junmyeon doesn’t dare take his attention away from the colorful post-it notes. A few seconds later, he hears the hurried scribbling of pen against paper. And with a loud thud, Yifan puts his pen down on the table.
“Junmyeon-ah, look at me.”
Junmyeon drops his arm and rests it on the edge of the table before directing his hazel eyes to the other guy. Yifan tilts his head and gives him a shy smile. Junmyeon blinks and this time, Yifan chuckles, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
Junmyeon opens his mouth to ask what is so funny about the situation, but before his voice could form the words, he sees a lavender-colored post-it note stuck on the side surface of his empty glass:
If coffee is for oldies, then I’d rather drink it with you
so that we can grow old together.
A/N: because somebody challenged me to write an impromptu drabble (and i am stupid enough to do it) while we were hanging out at one of my favorite local cafés. this is a slightly edited version of the one i wrote on one of the guest (note)books there and i hope my handwriting is bad enough that nobody can steal it (that's my handwriting in thin black ink, the one in heavy ink was written by the one responsible for me writing this almost cliché plot). u__u
