Oh my goodness I love Metamorphosis Jazz Band's Godot - Fragrance of Dark Coffee that I kept on playing it on repeat for weeks now. This song is smooth, dark, and rich. Just like the name implies, right?Imagine, if you will, you're in a jazz club. It's late, and the club's about to close for the night. Before the band packs up their equipment and goes home, they dedicate one last song to everyone still listening. A few couples romantically slow-dance on the floor, while the employees sweep underneath tables and wipe down the bar for the night. That same understated finality, underscored with a tinge of melancholy, is present in this song. It's beautiful, though.Yeaahh. I'm feeling hiiigh thinking about it. :)Then I got inspired. By coffee, despite my dislike of coffees. Bleh. And I finally got it finished after many sleepless nights. MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! *twitches* *mouth foaming*[Note : And the above temporary mental shortcircuit is the result of countless sleepless nights and less than 3 hours of sleep. Please do not try this at home.]Coffee
Pairing: YooSu
Genre: Romance
Summary: You remembered meeting him for the third time and still, you couldn’t figure out whether he likes coffee or not.- It's not the usual love story because it's ours -
Blame fate for her devious plans.
The café’s doorbell rang and you looked up from your cleaning, straightening your crumpled uniform as you watched a young man entering the small but cosy space. You were amused by the way he took slow but steady steps towards the counter.
He was buried in his thick book that you wondered if he was walking with his full attention on the book, if so, you were amazed that he was still in one piece. He wasn’t a student, you noted, just wearing a plain shirt which mentioned nothing about his status.
“May I take your order?” You prodded gently as he stood in front of the cashier, head still buried under the thick book. You frowned when he pulled out a dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over to you.
“One cup of mocha please.” He muttered softly and you had to strain yourself before you could hear him and you nodded your head, taking the money and proceeded to make his order.
Five minutes later, he walked out of the café with a cup of mocha in his left hand, mind still deep into the book. And you could only conclude that he was a nerd. With a shrug, you went back to cleaning the counter, resuming your job.
Nothing fazes you anymore since you worked in this café.
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It’s only co-incidence and nothing more.
The second time you saw him wasn’t at the café you worked in but at a convention on pianos. You were browsing through the catalogue, searching for a new piano to replace your old worn one.
Then you saw it, a white piano standing at the corner of the whole exhibition and you felt yourself being pulled towards it. It was nothing special, just a normal instrument but somehow you felt that it held so much more potential than those expensive ones.
“Good choice.”
You turned around, surprised when a man stared at the piano, touching his thick-framed red glasses which you figured out must be a habit. And somehow, you didn’t know why you felt irritated that he was staring at the same piano that you were going to buy.
“I want to buy it.” You gave out a hint of warning, and he nodded his head.
With a shrug, he patted your shoulders and you wanted to shout at him for being so rude. What kind of stranger patted another man’s shoulders? He must be crazy or introvert, you wondered silently to yourself.
“That’s why I say it’s a good choice.” He smiled and he walked away. Then something struck you, the way he walked, the cautious footsteps that he was taking.
He was the same nerd that you had met a few days ago.
It’s not fate, you muttered to yourself.
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People come and go because that’s life.
The third time you met him was at the café, strangely, you had the feeling that he would be there today and your sixth sense was never wrong. It wasn’t a surprise when he walked in but this time he didn’t have his thick book or a catalogue in his hands. There was nothing he was holding and you had to admit that it was strange to see him this way.
He walked up towards you, giving you a slow smile and you replied with one of yours. He ordered a cup of black coffee and a piece of toast before moving to a seat. You guessed he would be here for a while and you wondered why.
You didn’t have to guess long because ten minutes later while he was sitting comfortably with his order, the doorbell rang once again and a woman came in. She was wearing a dress, with a matching handbag and you knew that she was the new model for the top-fashion magazine, ‘Hazied’.
What was she doing here? You were surprised when she took a seat in front of him and you could see him smiling at her. You frowned, not knowing what was going on the other side of the café.
Then you realized that it wasn’t your business to care. You were just an employee at the café and you should be working instead of snooping around other people’s business. With a stupid smirk, you resumed back your work, whistling your favourite tune.
But once again, your attention was turned towards him when the woman stood up, the chair screeching against the floor. Other people wouldn’t think that it was unusual but from the way she was dressing, you knew it was not normal for her to do something so ‘unlady-like’.
And the moment you looked up, you saw the glint of anger in her eyes as she walked out of the door. You couldn’t help but felt uncomfortable when you met his gaze and he shrugged his shoulders. A moment later, he too walked out of the door, his coffee untouched.
You wonder if he even likes coffee at all.
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Life isn’t about candies or happy endings describe by the fairytales.
You went home to a neighbour cussing at another neighbour and the stray cats scratching on the old walls. It was nothing unusual; you had grown in this kind of living conditions. Gangsters or mobs lived a floor below you and you had your flat being broken into once because they had gotten the wrong address.
What could you do? You could barely afford to pay the rent to this place with the pathetic wage that you had, working at the café. It was hard to juggle between studying for the master degree at night while working in the day, cleaning the dozens of used cups and glasses.
Without much ado, you entered your small apartment, watching your beloved new piano at the corner of the tight space. You knew that it might be stolen, but you didn’t know what you would do without playing the instrument for a day.
The usual tunes filled the air as you touched the keyboards, trying to fight the din that your surroundings were making. Half-way through a music sheet, you lighted a cigarette, inhaling the smoke.
There were only two things that made your life worthwhile; playing the piano and smoking. And thus, you were lucky enough to have both.
It was enough for you. You didn’t want anything else but this.
Kim Junsu preferred life this way.
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Surprises come in many forms.
You found him sitting on your doorstep when you wanted to throw the rubbish out. It was surprising to see him leaning against the peeling paint of the wall, humming what appeared to be a slow tune. For a while, you could only greet his presence with a gaping mouth until you found him tilting his head to look at you.
“What-t? Why are you here?” You stuttered, your eyes widening in shock as you saw him standing up, brushing away the non-existent dust. With a smile, he reached out his hand like a polite gentleman.
“I’m Park Yoochun.” He introduced himself and you clasped his hand tight, nodding your head. “I follow you back home today, I’m sorry.” He bowed down in apology and you finally noticed that he was wearing a three-piece suit, his tie was crooked, was he back from work?
“Did I owe you something?” You asked him, frowning. As far as you were concerned, you had managed to fulfil his order and had given him the correct change.
He shook his head, smiling sheepishly. “I want to talk to you but never get the chance to. I thought I might as well follow you home.” He shrugged as though it wasn’t bizarre at all in following you home.
“Why didn’t you ring my bell then if you have taken the time to follow me home?” You continued asking him and he could only shrugged his shoulders, showing that he didn’t know the answer to your question.
And what else could you do besides asking him to come in?
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Turn around when you are sure that you have nothing to lose.
You made coffee, the strongest and blackest of all because you liked it that way. Even with his two visits to the café, you still didn’t manage to figure out type of coffee he liked.
“I hope you like black coffee.” You replied with a smile as you passed him a mug filled with the beverage you had just made a few minutes ago. He gave you a grateful smile as you sat opposite to him, sipping your own mug of coffee. “Mind telling me why you are here?” You asked him, going straight to the point.
“I don’t know.” He replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. “I just feel like following you, that’s all.” He made a non-committal sound as he took another sip of the coffee.
“Do you always follow strangers home without knowing why?” You asked, frowning and if he replied with a yes, you should really be calling a mental hospital because he desperately need some help.
“I wonder sometimes…” He replied as he stood up and walked towards your beloved piano. You wanted to retort, saying that no one but you could touch this precious instrument but you saw his fingers ghosting over the keys with utmost care just like you did and you found yourself staring at him. “…why must human know about every single detail when they meet a stranger? Couldn’t we just meet and talk without being a FBI agent towards each other?”
“That would be hard since you followed me home.” You pointed out the obvious and you could see again the careless shrug that he threw. Finally he sat down and played a tune, you didn’t know what the title was but it was catchy.
“Let’s just say I’m a being full of surprises.” He replied as he drowned himself into the world of music.
And you had to give him full points for saying that.
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Don’t go digging about things you don’t know about.
There was this saying that you should never delve into things that you are not sure about.
But then, you weren’t the kind of guy who followed some stupid sayings. The both of you had become close, somehow you had managed to notice his way of doing things, always with care and steadiness. It was as though he tried so hard not to fail.
He had never asked you about things that you didn’t want to say. In a way, there was an unknown limit to your friendship but you decided to breach it today. This one question had been gnawing you from the moment he stepped into your apartment.
“That day, there’s this woman with you, she seemed angry when she left.” You replied softly and you noticed the automatic stiffening of his body as he stopped playing with the metal spoon. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You muttered softly, feeling guilty that you had asked such a personal question to your new friend.
There was a tense silence following your sentence. He kept staring hard at the metal spoon, as though willing the spoon to move by itself. “It’s ok; people keep asking me that too. She’s my sister.” He laughed when he saw the surprise etched upon your face. “People are always surprise when I said that, a top model has a nerdy brother; that has to be funny. But it’s just me. She wants me to do something for her that day.”
You frowned when he said that, it was as though he had wanted to say something but couldn’t fathom the words out. “Do you want to talk about it?” You whispered, trying to give him a helping hand.
“You want to know the reason why I follow you that night?” He asked as he tapped his fingers on the table’s surface. “Let me tell you about this story. There’s this girl who liked coffee, so much till she will search for the best coffee shops. One day, while going through a small town, she found this cute café, tucked in between a butcher shop and a sandwich shop. But the reason why she enter is not because of the coffee itself, it’s because of this one guy who is cleaning a table facing the window. To make a long story short, it’s love at first sight.”
“I-I…is that guy me?” You stuttered, horrified at his sudden story.
“So the girl begs her brother to find out more about this guy and so he did since he loved his baby sister more than himself. The brother then walked into the café, too many times but didn’t make such a big impact unless he wanted to be noticed. The café boy didn’t really notice the brother since he’s a big nerd and so the brother continues watching the boy from afar.” He replied and you started to feel pretty much freaked out. “But then he realizes something important and decides to tell his sister about it. When the sister heard the truth, she became very angry and decided to disown her own brother.” He whispered the bitter truth and you didn’t know what to say to make it better. It was as though a big rock was being pushed down your throat.
“I-I…”
“It’s a twisted story; you want to know why, Su?” He asked, chuckling as though he was telling some stupid story that should be laughed at. “It’s because instead of introducing the café boy to his sister, he was so stupid as to fall in love with the boy.” And if this didn’t knock you out cold, you didn’t know what would.
You watched as he pulled a dollar bill out of his pocket, gave you a sad smile before standing up to leave the café.
And still, you didn’t know what to say.
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Take the leap with me, my perfect stranger.
He didn’t come to the café for a month till you began to doubt that you would ever meet him again. Deep inside, you felt this foreign feeling, as though it was sucking you into this big hole that you could never come out of.
You were missing him, badly.
He was there for you always, chatting with you, in these mere months of friendship with him, you had found this eternal friend that you could never find anywhere. But your conscious was mocking you. ‘It’ knew the big difference between love and friendship.
You loved him, the sinking feeling the moment you heard him walking away from you. You wanted to say that it wasn’t this stupid emotion; you were just shocked at the sudden turn of events. But it wasn’t.
You knew this feeling since the moment he had stepped into the café. It just took you a moment to figure that one out.
It was raining right now as you stared out of the starry window; there wasn’t a single star that you could see under the hazy vision. You pressed your forehead against the cold window, feeling as though you were never going to be complete.
Why must he torture you this way? Why couldn’t you breathe now without seeing him? The first tear fell; this feeling of missing someone really was breaking your heart. You couldn’t describe it, this horrible feeling, you wanted it to go away badly but you didn’t know how to.
Then you heard it, the soft thud on your front door. Something wasn’t right, you thought to yourself. You didn’t expect anyone but yourself. With cautious step, you took a peek through the peep hole.
Within seconds, you pull opened the door, revealing a very wet Yoochun.
“Why are you here?” You replied in a calm manner when you let him into the apartment, watching as he clamped his hands together, trying to introduce friction. You took one look at him and frowned. “You. Toilet. Now.” You muttered as you his arm and dragged him bodily to the bathroom
What the hell were you going to do about this?
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Why let go when you can’t anyway?
In a few minutes, he was wearing your clothes, a pair of pants and sleeveless shirt. His hair was wet from the shower he had taken earlier. You passed him a mug of black coffee and you sat opposite him, watching as he took slow sips from the beverage.
“Why are you here?” You whispered; trying to act casual about it but your eyes betrayed you. “Do you like rain so much till you take a shower in it?” You couldn’t help but commented on the incident.
“The rain helps me to think better.” He shrugged his shoulders, not at all bothered by your sarcasm. “How are you doing?”
You didn’t know how to answer that. Should you lie and said that you were doing fine without him when you had been shedding tears because you missed him? Or should you tell the truth and be cursed for breaking a pair of siblings up?
“Fine.” You answered simply, not wanting to delve more into the question. “You?”
“It’s a good thing then.” He nodded his head as he put the mug on the table between the both of you. “I would be going off then.” He replied as he stood up, giving you another smile of his.
“What-t? Are you telling me that you are here to know how I have been doing?” You muttered, once again couldn’t’ help but put sarcasm in your voice.
He nodded his head even though he knew it was the most stupid reasoning that you had ever heard. “I just want to ask that.” He replied; his back on you but you knew how hard it was for him to say that.
“That’s all?” You whispered, hoping that he could say more, anything to wipe this terrible feeling inside your heart.
“Then what do you want me to say, Su-ah?” He lashed out on you as he whipped around, seeing you with teary eyes. “Should I say that I have been going to the stupid tasteless cheesecake shop so that I could see you just across the road? Should I say that every night, I miss you so much that I play the piano till I fall asleep? Should I say how much my life has stopped, as though I’m useless without you?” He replied, trying to wipe away the angry tears that were flowing down his cheeks. “You are fine without me and I will continue my life with that! I’ll live with that even though it kills me because I don’t expect anything when I say I love you. I don’t.” He seemed so defeated when he took a step back away from you but you felt as though he had taken a hundred steps away.
You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when he said those words. You took a step towards him and he frowned to see that. And when you were in front of him, all that you could ever do was to smile, you had wanted to say so many things to him but right now, words didn’t matter.
“And I love you too.” You whispered as you leaned in towards him, pressing your lips into his.
There were many things that you didn’t know about him. Heck, you still didn’t know if he likes coffee or not. But one thing would continue to bond the both of you together and that’s the love you have for each other.
And Kim Junsu didn’t need anything more than that.
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Ugh. Writing this hurts me. Fullstop. Jack Sparrow. Siiigh. I hate you for making me miss you so much. But let me see him again. If it's possible. *pulls hair roughly*
Labels: fanfiction, Junsu, Yoochun, YooSu
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