Well, I always said I wasn't enough fluent in english and because of that I didn't post any fanfic...

Well, I was bored and tried to translate one of my stories, a short one. And... I don't know if I should post it... Even if doesn't talk about any idol in particular I thought about Baekhyun while writing it so... Well... You can say the man in the fanfic is him... But... Well... I still don't know if it's good enough and... Well... T_T I need to know... Can you tell me something about it? T^T . Thanks T^T

Here it is:

 

At ten o'clock:

She closed the door, tired, while dropping her keys on the little table the hall. As every Friday, she had arrived at eight and that day she would spend it cooking dinner. A very important dinner.

She dropped her bag on the sofa of the living room, happy and nervous, imagining how it would be that night. She had a date with who was her boyfriend since more than two years; they will have dinner in her home because since she had been ascended, they didn't see each other very much. She had to arrange everything in a special way because she wanted to make the next step and move together, so she wanted, above all, that it went perfect.

Held up by a magnet, the recipe was at the door of the fridge, writen on a piece of paper, she had asked to her mother in law, who loved her a lot.

She wore an apron and tied her hair up. She removed the ring her boyfriend had gave to her when they had their first aniversary and she smiled remembering his face, nervous and blushing madly when he gave it to her. She cleaned her hands and took of the fridge the vegetables she needed, starting to clean them carefully. While she did that, she couldn't stop smiling; it was the first time she wanted to move with somebody so seriously and that made her fell a mix of feelings she didn't know how to name, but it reminded her the feeling of excitement and nervousness she felt the first day of high school.

When she had all the vegetables cut she put them in a pan to simmer and she checked the time in her phone: She had half an hour for shower; more than enough.

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He opened the door of his apartment blindly, feeling the girl's lips and tongue on his neck, while her hands, carefully, made the gap between them dissappear, rubbing her chest against his, feeling her heartbeats, making him speed up his breathing.

His mind semmed to be covered by a thick fog while he entered in his apartment and left his body act on its own, replying the hugs, touches and kisses, that started getting more and more warm and wet, making him desire her.

What had happened? Oh, yes, he had been dismissed that evening... Who was that girl? He didn't know... And he didn't think he wanted to. ¿Why were they in his apartment undressing each other? ¿Why, even he felt bad he didn't want to stop? ¿Why, even if he knew his girlfriend, who really loved, had any guilty, he was jealous of her? ¿Why, while she succed, he only felt a failure? He decided to forget that and focused on the red haired girl who lay in his sofa, still with the lights off.

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She finished showering, feeling herself more fresh and rested, and after dry her hair and get dressed she went back to the kitchen. The vegetables were cooked, she just had to cook the meat. But she didn't want to cook it yet, she would wait a little before ten o'clock so it would be warm when he arrived.

Her lips bended up, making her smile again. It had been hard to admit, but she now could say she was in love. She knew he wasn't perfect, but, ¿Who it is? All in him semmed to be made exclusively for her. She chuckled at the memory of their friends when they announced they were dating. They had thought about keep it secret, but they felt they had to tell it all just after imagine how it would be if their friends find everything out.

She had nothing to do, so she started setting the table. Placing two candles, copying the photo of an interior design magazine, giving an impression of romance that wasn't overdecorated. After doing al that, she checked the time again: Quarter to ten.

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 - Want one? They're mentholated.- Asked the red haired girl after take out a cigarette of the box that was in her nearly nonexistent shorts that were lying on the floor badly.

 - No.- He answered turning to the other side, finding the green numbers of the digital clock at the night stand; It was three minutes left before ten o'clock.

Ten o'clock... At ten o'clock... He had a date with her girlfriend at that hour... At her house... He didn't want to go. He didn't want and see her face. I wasn't... I wasn't fair nor for her neither for him. Probably he would feel like a while seeing her smiling like she always did, he would explain her he had been dimissed, he had to bear with her surprised face and her pity while she tries to make him feel better saying he would find a job soon... And he didn't think he could endure it.

He got up and went to the living room while searching for his jeans and took his phone. He went back to the room and found the red haired girl, of whom didn't even know the name, dressing up.

 - I'm going now.- She said with the cigarette at .- I'm returning to the club. Want to come?

 - No.- He rejected waiting her to go, impatient.

 - Fine.- She smiled while walking to the door.- See you.

 - I doubt it.- He answered nearly inaudibly while closing

He sighed and went back to his room, laying at the bed with only his underwear on, without get on the sheets. Then, unlocking his phone, he started to taste the salty of his warm tears before sending something and falling asleep.

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The meat was already done and the dishes on table, it was five minutes past ten o'clock. Maybe he had something important to do at the last minute, or maybe something had happened to him... No, probably he was on the doorstep. At any time the bell would ring and he would say he had been in a traffic jam even if she knew he had been playing a last game in his Xbox. But the minutes passed and no one came; the meat wasn't warm, the candles melted the wax, wanting to collide with the tablecloth, and the smile of her face turned a expression of fear and angst because of what was going to happen after that. She went to the kitchen to serve a glass of water and found her forgotten phone over a rag, it had the little light on, pointing she had received a message.

 

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