5k words

The next morning came and Junmyeon still doesn’t know where he is heading to. The boys said that they are heading to a diner somewhere for breakfast. It took almost one hour for them to make it to the town again. The place is called The Eve Diner as written hugely on the roof. Based on his observation, it’s especially busy in the morning. Junmyeon eyes the place and it looks like the one he sees in English movies. He has always wanted to try the stack of pancakes with a cube of butter at the top.

Even though his cousin lives in the states, but he has been here for roughly two or three times. And usually, it’s just for a one-day visit. He never really gets to explore the state like he wanted. To this reason he was looking forward to this trip.

As soon as the waiter serves his stacks of pancake, his eyes sparkles in happiness and Yifan finds the action cute. Being overly thrilled, he is a mess by having syrup stained on his chin. Jieun looks at him in disgust but she merely ignores him. She doesn’t even bother pointing it out to Junmyeon. On the other hand, Yifan who is sitting at the opposite of him manage to notice and hands him a piece of tissue which Junmyeon gratefully thank him.

Just as he expected, the pancakes were marvelous. For someone who has a small figure, Junmyeon surprises everyone that he can finish the meal on his own.

“Should we move now?” Sehun suggest as everyone stares blankly at their now empty plate. Neither of them seems to object. Tao was the first to step out from the booth followed by Junmyeon. However, his luck was never in his favour because one of the waiters accidentally trip on Tao’s foot, making him stumble and spills hot coffee all over Junmyeon’s shirt.

DAMN IT’S HOT HOT HOT HOT!

God forbid him from cursing out loud in the diner but that is very unlikely of Junmyeon to do. He could only let out a gasp as the hot drink seeps through his shirt and pants. The waiter apologizes repeatedly to which Junmyeon just wave him off because apologizing won’t dry his shirt, will it?

Tao immediately come to his aid, worry evident on his face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” he answers, feeling sticky from the coffee shower. “I just need to get change that is all.”

Nodding his head, Tao ushers everyone to go outside while he pays. To Jieun’s confusion, Junmyeon demands Sehun to open the back of his car to retrieve the suitcase that they’ve been bringing. Junmyeon opens the zip and rummages through all of the clothes but his heart almost sinks when all he could find is only his undergarments while most of it is Jieun’s clothes.

“Jieun, where are my clothes?”

When the girl lets out a nervous laugh, Junmyeon just knows that he is going to go berserk at his cousin. Jieun straightaway crosses her arms with Junmyeon’s and pulls out her million dollar puppy eyes. “Junmyeon oppa, how would I know those clothes were yours? I didn’t know that we were supposed to share the same suitcase. I thought Umma packed only my clothes.”

Junmyeon pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jieun, you told me the other day that we are going to share a suitcase because you are lazy to bring one. So, where are my clothes now?”

“I got rid of it.” She states simply as Junmyeon’s arm is freed from Jieun’s hold. “It’s tacky and totally not my style. Anyways, just borrow anyone’s clothes. You should be fine.” Junmyeon wanted to shout. Just where is he supposed to find someone who is his size? If it wasn’t that obvious, Yifan, Sehun and Tao are a head taller than him. He couldn’t possibly fit in any of their clothes.

Just then, Yifan appears next to him and offers Junmyeon to borrow his clothes. He couldn’t help but stare dumbly at Yifan. Is he for real? “Come on. I think I have something that’s roughly your size.” He insists.

Junmyeon knew it. He shouldn’t have believed when Yifan said he had something his size. Because what he is wearing now are just Yifan’s shorts and his sleeveless basketball jersey. Junmyeon didn’t think he would fit in any of Yifan’s pants but what are the odds, he fit into only Yifan’s shorts. And when Junmyeon says shorts, he really meant shorts that are hanging on his mid thighs. It’s hardly visible under Yifan’s large jersey.

Junmyeon’s feels so expose. But he doesn’t have any choice, does he?

He comes out from the restroom and to his surprise, Yifan is waiting in one of the booths. Junmyeon shyly walks up to him, rubbing his own exposed arms. When Yifan spots him, the taller couldn’t help but break into a grin. A very wide grin, mind you. Even when they are already outside, he notices that Yifan is still staring at him. Junmyeon heaves a sigh. “Do I look that bad?”

Instantaneously, Yifan shakes his head. As a matter of fact, Yifan thinks it’s the opposite of bad. “No. Definitely not. It’s just…” he pauses. “I just didn’t think anyone smaller would look good in my clothes.” There’s a tinge of pink on Junmyeon’s cheeks. To be honest, he didn’t either. Yifan’s clothes are actually very comfortable for Junmyeon to wear. What’s even better is that Yifan’s clothes have a nice scent to it. It’s a scent of cologne.

As he is walking next to Kevin, the latter calls out loudly. “Wow, you do smell like Yifan. I thought he was right behind me.” Tao said it shouldn’t be a surprise because Yifan’s cologne is one of the strongest. Junmyeon had to agree to that.

Appearing out of nowhere, Jieun hands him something and it looks like a bandana to Junmyeon. She said she bought it at the store beside the diner with Kevin. Eyeing the object, Junmyeon then gives her a pointed look. Does she expect him to wear that?

Rolling her eyes, Jieun takes the bandana off from Junmyeon’s hand and tie it around Junmyeon’s head. The ribbon happens to face upwards and Junmyeon doesn’t know whether this is how a guy supposedly wears it. “Now, don’t you look different from the ever-so-timid Kim Junmyeon,” Jieun eyes at her handwork satisfyingly.

Junmyeon frowns. “I’m not timid.”

“And the sky isn’t blue. Whatever you say. Now let’s go. We have an hour drive to go.” Jieun roars before clinging to Kevin. Again. Geez what is up with those two? And a one hour drive. Just where is this party at? He feels intimidated at how far he’s been travelling. If his parents or Jieun’s parents find out, he wouldn’t live to see another day. But despite the worries, there’s also a brand new feeling. He is excited for what’s to come.

Junmyeon feels a tap on his shoulder and when he turns around, Yifan has already opened the passenger’s seat door for him. “Shall we?”

Chuckling, Junmyeon didn’t say anything as he enters Yifan’s car.

He lost track of the time. He is getting bored in the car plus Yifan turned off the radio because they kept playing the same old songs again and again. Junmyeon can’t sleep nor eat. He lost interest in his phone long ago. To sum it up, Junmyeon is restless. Then, something caught his eye in Yifan’s pocket. He isn’t always curious but right now, he would do anything to just do anything. Slowly, he taps on Yifan’s phone inside his pocket. “Yifan, can I play your phone?”

Yifan eyes him before asking why. Of course, Junmyeon didn’t expect to be granted access easily. It’s not like they are close or anything. Even if Yifan asked the same question, he wouldn’t have given immediate access. Leaning his back on the seat, he exhales heavily. “I’m bored…. “

“And you need my phone because..?”

“Because I saw you playing games on your phone before. I have none in mine.”

To his glee, Yifan didn’t question any further as he takes out his phone and hands it to Junmyeon. Yifan’s wallpaper is someone who Junmyeon can’t identify but he is positive it’s a basketball player because of the jersey. Swiping here and there, he searches for any games application he can find.

Despite the many games in Yifan’s phone, Junmyeon just at playing those games. Every game he plays, he keeps dying which resulting him to choose another game. Alas, he gives up after having the same repeated fate. He was about to lock the phone but his fat thumb accidentally touched on Instagram. At the same time, Yifan chooses to glance on his phone and Junmyeon’s heart almost jumps as he immediately apologizes. Yifan wouldn’t think he was invading his privacy right? What if Yifan misunderstand?

He thought Yifan would scold him but instead he says; “You have Instagram right?”

“I…Yes..” Junmyeon utters softly. He does have an Instagram account. But his feed was all pictures of food. None of them is a picture of his face. It can’t be help because Junmyeon isn’t really fond of taking selfies. It’s something to do with self confidence. Hastily, he searches for his profile and his face twisted as he looks at the barely 300 followers. Yifan asks him to press the follow button and Junmyeon reluctantly do so. Contrast to him, Yifan had around 4 thousand followers.

That’s not fair. Yifan is a hot shot. While Junmyeon…err he doesn’t even know another thing to describe himself other than a potato.

The taller doesn’t mind when Junmyeon scrolled down on his timeline nor when Junmyeon searched for rabbit videos on Instagram. He finds it adorable looking at the smaller giggling when the bunny sneezes. Junmyeon could be dubbed as a bunny, he thinks.

When the car stops at red light, Yifan turns to Junmyeon, grabbing the phone from Junmyeon’s hands. He motioned Junmyeon to scoot closer which the smaller obeyed after sending Yifan a questioning look. “Smile!” he said, lifting his phone to take a picture of both of them. However, Junmyeon shrieks when he sees the result of the picture. His face ended up hideous and Junmyeon rest his case for being an ugly potato. “I wasn’t ready!”

Yifan chortles before he slings his arm around Junmyeon’s shoulders. Junmyeon is super aware how there’s practically no gap between them except for the brake. Still, he tried his best to muster up a smile for the camera.

They took multiple photos until the traffic light turns green. Then only Yifan gives his phone back to Junmyeon.

Scrolling in the gallery, Junmyeon is quite satisfied with how his pictures turned out. Something tells him it is the camera quality that made him look fairly decent. But it’s the first time he actually feels like posting a picture of his face. There’s a handsome dude next to him in the picture, could be a worth to show off.

“Do you mind if I upload it on my Instagram?” he asks for permission.

The taller shakes his head. “Nope, go ahead.”

He sends the picture to his phone number. After some time thinking for the caption, he just opted for ‘new friend’ with a smile emoticon. People will start questioning who that attractive man beside him is. Surely, no one will pay attention to him.

“Oh while you’re at it, use my phone to post the same picture using my account.”

Wait, is Yifan sure? But Yifan’s feed has been aesthetically beautiful. Junmyeon’s face isn’t cut for it. “Uhh…” he hesitated.

“You don’t have to write the caption. I rarely do so.” The taller continues. If Yifan insist, then it’s going to be on him if his feed is no longer aesthetically pleasing.

Just as Junmyeon puts down Yifan’s phone, he exclaims when he finally sees the view of the beach. Wow! It’s not any di