016. Quiet Places. Yesung/Ryeowook
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: The café was a simple place with wooden chairs and tables and elegant designs made of paint on the walls, and Yesung loved being there.
See my other fics for the 100 Super Junior Fic Challenge
Yesung tapped his fingers casually on the table while sipping at his hot chocolate. The delightful sweetness sending warmth throughout his body, he stared out from the large glass window beside him. He loved the breathtaking view of the city during a sunny day. He loved the glinting windows of tall buildings, the cars zooming around in small streets, and tiny moving colonies of dots that represented people.
He was at his most favorite place in the world, a small café situated at the top of a 25-story building. The café was a simple place with wooden chairs and tables and elegant designs made of paint on the walls, and Yesung loved being there. It was the only place where he felt free and completely relaxed. He could sit there for hours during the weekend and read without any interruptions. Occasionally there would be a few customers coming up for the view and some coffee, but usually it was Yesung who would be sitting there in the corner, alone. He liked the calm and peaceful feeling of the small café.
He hummed along with the soft jazz music playing from the speakers and set down the book he was holding on his right hand. Reading was another thing that Yesung loved to do. Although he was a businessman, he had always wanted to be an author.
Yesung straightened his back and stretched a little, glancing around. His eyes fell on a man sitting at the table beside him. He was wearing a black and white plaid hoodie, a white t-shirt underneath, and dark jeans. His hair was dyed light brown and he wore black rimmed glasses that were perched on his nose. With a serious countenance, he, like Yesung a few moments ago, was staring out into the city, but with a notebook and pen in hand.
Suddenly the man’s head whipped towards Yesung’s direction, and Yesung quickly averted his eyes. He didn’t want the stranger to think he was staring at him.
“Excuse me,” a rather high-pitched but gentle voice asked, “do you have the time?”
Yesung turned his head to see that the man was talking to him. He blinked.
“Uhh…..” Yesung checked his watch. “3:35.”
“Alright, thanks.”
A somewhat awkward silence settled between them, and Yesung held his book up again to read, but the voice spoke again.
“Wow, you’re reading ‘War and Peace’? It’s an amazing novel.”
Yesung looked up again to see the man smiling at him and speaking rather enthusiastically.
“I agree. Leo Tolstoy is one of my favorite authors!”
Having found someone who was interested in books like he was, Yesung found himself chatting enjoyably with the other about his book. He realized, when the other had excitedly moved from his table to sit across from Yesung, that despite his solemn expression he had seen earlier, this man possessed a lively and adorable feel to him. And it was dangerously affecting Yesung.
“Oh, I haven’t gotten your name yet. What’s your name?”
“Kim Jongwoon, but call me Yesung.”
“I’m Kim Ryeowook. Why are you called Yesung?”
“It’s a nickname. Probably because I sang quite well in highschool.”
“I bet you still do!” Ryeowook beamed.
Yesung chuckled at his cuteness. He felt much better now, talking to Ryeowook, who was gradually helping to erase the stress away from his body. Being a businessman was a tough job.
“So do you come here often?” Yesung asked.
“Mostly during the weekdays. But something came up this week so I could only come here today.” He frowned unhappily.
That’s why I didn’t see him here before. I only come during the weekends,. Yesung thought. “It seems like you enjoy coming here a lot.”
“I do!” Ryeowook’s eyes brightened. “I love the peace and quiet of this place. Quiet places help me think.”
Yesung grinned. “Same here.”
Ryeowook gave him a thumbs up before exclaiming, “Oh no, what’s the time again?”
Yesung looked down at his wrist. He hadn’t realized how fast time flew. “5:20.”
Apparently Ryeowook didn’t know either. Ryeowook let out a small shriek and jumped out of his chair. “I have something to attend to, and I’m gonna be late!” He quickly grabbed his belongings and placed some cash on the counter before dashing out. Something fell out of his grasp and onto the floor.
“Hey! You dropped something!” Yesung called out and stood to pick it up for him but Ryeowook was already running out of sight.
“See you next time Jongwoon!”
Yesung paused in surprise. No one had called him Jongwoon before. Everybody addressed him with Yesung. He chuckled to himself and glanced at what Ryeowook had dropped. It was a manuscript of a novel. His eyes widened as he scanned through the pages. Ryeowook was an author! Yesung decided that he would have to return it to Ryeowook safely. He knew how precious it would be to him.
The next week, Yesung had specially took a turn from his usual route from work and back home to check if Ryeowook had returned to the café. He didn’t mind that he was exceptionally busy during the weekdays, he just wanted to give Ryeowook’s manuscript back to him, and maybe see that cheerful ball of energy again. Monday and Tuesday were to no avail, but on Wednesday, he entered the café, gripping the manuscript, and saw a familiar figure sitting at Yesung’s favorite table.
“Jongwoon!!” Ryeowook practically tackled him. “I thought you didn’t come during the weekdays?”
“No, I don’t,” he replied, patting Ryeowook’s back, “I came to return this to you.”
The smaller man detached his arms off Yesung and his jaw dropped in shock.
“You dropped it on the day we met. You were probably too rushed.”
Yesung was hit by another one of Ryeowook’s hugs. “Thank you, thank you so much!!” His eyes brimmed of tears while holding the manuscript. “I thought I had lost this forever!”
Yesung smiled and ruffled his hair. “Don’t cry, everything’s fine now.”
After calming Ryeowook down, Yesung had to leave because of his occupied schedule. He reluctantly left the other, who seemed particularly unwilling to see Yesung depart. Yesung caught a glimpse of tears rolling down Ryeowook’s cheeks before he disappeared behind the doors of the café.
That weekend, Yesung found no trace of Ryeowook in the café. Sitting at his usual table, he felt as if a part of his heart missed the bubbly and lively feeling even though he had come here for a quiet afternoon. He knew that Ryeowook came only on the weekdays, so he tried to convince himself that he would see him if he visited after work again.
But weeks passed, and even though Yesung came to the café almost every day, Ryeowook was never present. He kept telling himself that the author must be having a busy time, so he couldn’t come to the café anymore. Every time he entered the café with a tinge of hope, he was let down by Ryeowook’s absence, and he felt himself breaking away painfully little by little. Soon he had almost no motivation to even enter the tall building anymore, but something deep inside of him urged him to never give up.
An year after, Yesung arrived at the café on a bright Saturday morning, and sat down with a book and a cup of hot chocolate like any other weekend. In the middle of his daydreaming, a waitress came up to him.
“Excuse me, are you Mr. Kim Jongwoon?”
He looked up from his book. “Yes I am. Is there something wrong?”
“Oh, no. It’s just that a package was sent here a few days ago, saying that it was for you. We don’t know who is it from, but I’m sure you would.” She smiled and placed the brightly wrapped package on Yesung’s table.
“Thank you,” Yesung replied and the waitress bowed slightly before walking away. He opened the wrapping carefully, and it opened to a small card sitting on top of a book. He flipped the card open.
Dear Jongwoon,
I’m sorry I left without a word. I meant to tell you, but I couldn’t get myself to do it. I’ve moved to another city, due to some problems in my family. The last time I saw you in the café, I tried to tell you, but….. I don’t know what kept me from telling you. But thank you for spending the time with me and becoming one of the most beautiful memories of my life. I miss you, I hope we can meet again.
Love,
Ryeowook.
Yesung set the card down gently. His vision blurred and he felt a sharp pang of remorse. If only he had turned back and asked what was wrong when he saw Ryeowook crying. If only he could have a chance to say goodbye. He moved the card to the side and lifted the book. He smiled as he read the cover and ran his fingers over the smooth paperback. He flipped to the next page.
Quiet Places
Dedicated to Jongwoon, whom I loved sharing my quiet place with.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: The café was a simple place with wooden chairs and tables and elegant designs made of paint on the walls, and Yesung loved being there.
See my other fics for the 100 Super Junior Fic Challenge
Yesung tapped his fingers casually on the table while sipping at his hot chocolate. The delightful sweetness sending warmth throughout his body, he stared out from the large glass window beside him. He loved the breathtaking view of the city during a sunny day. He loved the glinting windows of tall buildings, the cars zooming around in small streets, and tiny moving colonies of dots that represented people.
He was at his most favorite place in the world, a small café situated at the top of a 25-story building. The café was a simple place with wooden chairs and tables and elegant designs made of paint on the walls, and Yesung loved being there. It was the only place where he felt free and completely relaxed. He could sit there for hours during the weekend and read without any interruptions. Occasionally there would be a few customers coming up for the view and some coffee, but usually it was Yesung who would be sitting there in the corner, alone. He liked the calm and peaceful feeling of the small café.
He hummed along with the soft jazz music playing from the speakers and set down the book he was holding on his right hand. Reading was another thing that Yesung loved to do. Although he was a businessman, he had always wanted to be an author.
Yesung straightened his back and stretched a little, glancing around. His eyes fell on a man sitting at the table beside him. He was wearing a black and white plaid hoodie, a white t-shirt underneath, and dark jeans. His hair was dyed light brown and he wore black rimmed glasses that were perched on his nose. With a serious countenance, he, like Yesung a few moments ago, was staring out into the city, but with a notebook and pen in hand.
Suddenly the man’s head whipped towards Yesung’s direction, and Yesung quickly averted his eyes. He didn’t want the stranger to think he was staring at him.
“Excuse me,” a rather high-pitched but gentle voice asked, “do you have the time?”
Yesung turned his head to see that the man was talking to him. He blinked.
“Uhh…..” Yesung checked his watch. “3:35.”
“Alright, thanks.”
A somewhat awkward silence settled between them, and Yesung held his book up again to read, but the voice spoke again.
“Wow, you’re reading ‘War and Peace’? It’s an amazing novel.”
Yesung looked up again to see the man smiling at him and speaking rather enthusiastically.
“I agree. Leo Tolstoy is one of my favorite authors!”
Having found someone who was interested in books like he was, Yesung found himself chatting enjoyably with the other about his book. He realized, when the other had excitedly moved from his table to sit across from Yesung, that despite his solemn expression he had seen earlier, this man possessed a lively and adorable feel to him. And it was dangerously affecting Yesung.
“Oh, I haven’t gotten your name yet. What’s your name?”
“Kim Jongwoon, but call me Yesung.”
“I’m Kim Ryeowook. Why are you called Yesung?”
“It’s a nickname. Probably because I sang quite well in highschool.”
“I bet you still do!” Ryeowook beamed.
Yesung chuckled at his cuteness. He felt much better now, talking to Ryeowook, who was gradually helping to erase the stress away from his body. Being a businessman was a tough job.
“So do you come here often?” Yesung asked.
“Mostly during the weekdays. But something came up this week so I could only come here today.” He frowned unhappily.
That’s why I didn’t see him here before. I only come during the weekends,. Yesung thought. “It seems like you enjoy coming here a lot.”
“I do!” Ryeowook’s eyes brightened. “I love the peace and quiet of this place. Quiet places help me think.”
Yesung grinned. “Same here.”
Ryeowook gave him a thumbs up before exclaiming, “Oh no, what’s the time again?”
Yesung looked down at his wrist. He hadn’t realized how fast time flew. “5:20.”
Apparently Ryeowook didn’t know either. Ryeowook let out a small shriek and jumped out of his chair. “I have something to attend to, and I’m gonna be late!” He quickly grabbed his belongings and placed some cash on the counter before dashing out. Something fell out of his grasp and onto the floor.
“Hey! You dropped something!” Yesung called out and stood to pick it up for him but Ryeowook was already running out of sight.
“See you next time Jongwoon!”
Yesung paused in surprise. No one had called him Jongwoon before. Everybody addressed him with Yesung. He chuckled to himself and glanced at what Ryeowook had dropped. It was a manuscript of a novel. His eyes widened as he scanned through the pages. Ryeowook was an author! Yesung decided that he would have to return it to Ryeowook safely. He knew how precious it would be to him.
The next week, Yesung had specially took a turn from his usual route from work and back home to check if Ryeowook had returned to the café. He didn’t mind that he was exceptionally busy during the weekdays, he just wanted to give Ryeowook’s manuscript back to him, and maybe see that cheerful ball of energy again. Monday and Tuesday were to no avail, but on Wednesday, he entered the café, gripping the manuscript, and saw a familiar figure sitting at Yesung’s favorite table.
“Jongwoon!!” Ryeowook practically tackled him. “I thought you didn’t come during the weekdays?”
“No, I don’t,” he replied, patting Ryeowook’s back, “I came to return this to you.”
The smaller man detached his arms off Yesung and his jaw dropped in shock.
“You dropped it on the day we met. You were probably too rushed.”
Yesung was hit by another one of Ryeowook’s hugs. “Thank you, thank you so much!!” His eyes brimmed of tears while holding the manuscript. “I thought I had lost this forever!”
Yesung smiled and ruffled his hair. “Don’t cry, everything’s fine now.”
After calming Ryeowook down, Yesung had to leave because of his occupied schedule. He reluctantly left the other, who seemed particularly unwilling to see Yesung depart. Yesung caught a glimpse of tears rolling down Ryeowook’s cheeks before he disappeared behind the doors of the café.
That weekend, Yesung found no trace of Ryeowook in the café. Sitting at his usual table, he felt as if a part of his heart missed the bubbly and lively feeling even though he had come here for a quiet afternoon. He knew that Ryeowook came only on the weekdays, so he tried to convince himself that he would see him if he visited after work again.
But weeks passed, and even though Yesung came to the café almost every day, Ryeowook was never present. He kept telling himself that the author must be having a busy time, so he couldn’t come to the café anymore. Every time he entered the café with a tinge of hope, he was let down by Ryeowook’s absence, and he felt himself breaking away painfully little by little. Soon he had almost no motivation to even enter the tall building anymore, but something deep inside of him urged him to never give up.
An year after, Yesung arrived at the café on a bright Saturday morning, and sat down with a book and a cup of hot chocolate like any other weekend. In the middle of his daydreaming, a waitress came up to him.
“Excuse me, are you Mr. Kim Jongwoon?”
He looked up from his book. “Yes I am. Is there something wrong?”
“Oh, no. It’s just that a package was sent here a few days ago, saying that it was for you. We don’t know who is it from, but I’m sure you would.” She smiled and placed the brightly wrapped package on Yesung’s table.
“Thank you,” Yesung replied and the waitress bowed slightly before walking away. He opened the wrapping carefully, and it opened to a small card sitting on top of a book. He flipped the card open.
Dear Jongwoon,
I’m sorry I left without a word. I meant to tell you, but I couldn’t get myself to do it. I’ve moved to another city, due to some problems in my family. The last time I saw you in the café, I tried to tell you, but….. I don’t know what kept me from telling you. But thank you for spending the time with me and becoming one of the most beautiful memories of my life. I miss you, I hope we can meet again.
Love,
Ryeowook.
Yesung set the card down gently. His vision blurred and he felt a sharp pang of remorse. If only he had turned back and asked what was wrong when he saw Ryeowook crying. If only he could have a chance to say goodbye. He moved the card to the side and lifted the book. He smiled as he read the cover and ran his fingers over the smooth paperback. He flipped to the next page.
Quiet Places
Dedicated to Jongwoon, whom I loved sharing my quiet place with.