The Boy At The Coffee Shop [1 of 3]
J & J
Something really simple.
Jongin is a simple guy but very pissed off with love: his ex-boyfriend has betrayed him
and left him after only two months of living together.
So, now, he just wants to have fun, nothing serious, but...
practice is always different from theory.
Do Kyungsoo as cameo.
Soundtrack: Jeff Bernat - Girl At The Coffee Shop
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“Jongin?”
No response.
“Jongin? Look at me!”
“Hum?”
Attempt 2, successful.
And the other finally lifted his eyes from the coffee, looked at his friend in front of him.
Lost, confused.
“Were you listening to me, at least?”
“What?”
“No, you weren't listening to me.”
And the first boy leaned back in his chair, sighing. Short stature, hair and eyes blacks, fair complexion, blue and white checkered shirt, dark jeans. His name was Kyungsoo, and he was with his best friend Jongin.
“Sorry... I'm just tired.”
They were just out of their turn, they both worked as a storekeepers in a large clothing store, one of those with a big turnover at the national level.
And it was an exhausting job, unnerving.
“I see, I see.”
Jongin was a tall, slightly olive-skinned boy, with thick and silky chocolate brown hair, lips and eyes blacks. Almost feminine features, but with a body extremely masculine and attractive, muscolar.
“I'm sorry, okay? I'm not doing it on purpose.”
“Okay. So, have you heard anything of that pack? You know, last week...”
“No, and I don't know if I have to-”
“Please, your pizzas and your burgers!”
Jongin stopped.
“Oh...”
Two white plates slid on the table.
He saw ten fingers white and terribly thin, he looked up intrigued by them.
“Thank you.”
A glance.
The waiter was a young boy about his same age, maybe, he had a slender body, thin and luscious arms, mahogany hair tied with a small ponytail, wavy. Large eyes, surrounded by a light purple stain, rosy cheeks.
Reddish lips, barely cracked, fleshy.
“Bon appetit!”
He said.
Jongin looked at him as his mouth widened into a huge smile, extremely courteous, and continued to look at him even as he bowed and turned, impaled like a piece of ice.
His eyes went quickly down his back.
That one wasn't so thin, he thought.
Indeed, he seemed rather...
“y.”
He took a sip at his Coca Cola, without taking his eyes off him.
And Kyungsoo laughed.
“Hey... someone seems interested.”
“What?”
Laughed really hard, because Jongin hadn't even turned to him while answering, he continued to stare at the unknown pale boy as he walked away.
“Go and ask him his number, if you like him.”
“You're kidding, right?”
This time, he turned.
“I'm not at all interested, I was just noting that I've never seen him here before.”
“Yeah...”
Of course, thought Kyungsoo.
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Another chuckle, few jokes, and the two were already at the half of their pizza. Kyungsoo looked up to the counter and noticed that the same waiter as a few minutes before, was looking at them.
“Hey, Jongin! Look there!”
He patted his friend's hand.
“Your waiter! He's staring at you.”
“What?”
“Yeah!”
The red-haired-with-manly-back-waiter was leaning against the counter, with a tray in his hand, staring in their direction.
“Come on, go and ask him the number!”
“Shut up, you idiot!”
Jongin turned, took another sip at Cola, and Kyungsoo hit him again.
“Oh, come on!”
This time more violently.
“What are you waiting for, huh?! Your relationship is over, Jongin! IT-IS-OVER! And you can't keep moping like that, you have to move on!”
“I've already told you a thousand times, bro.”
Jongin finally put his glass on the table, his lips.
He swallowed.
“I'm not interested in love or other like that, right? From now on-... I'll think just to have fun.”
Kyungsoo turned back to the waiter, who was still looking at them.
“Enough.”
And he stood up, suddenly.
“Hey, where are you going now?”
“I'm going to do what YOU should do!”
“What?!”
Jongin stood up too and tried to grab his shirt.
“HEY!”
But he missed him.
“You bastard, stop it!”
“Shut up!”
Snapping like a little hare, Kyungsoo reached the counter.
“Excuse me-... You got a minute?”
He leaned against it, right in front of the waiter, who stood up gently smiling. The little hare took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then snapped.
“My friend thinks you're very nice and he would like to ask you to go out with him this night.”
“KYUNGSOO, YOU BASTARD!”
Jongin grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him.
“What the ! I didn't even tell you to do it, I told you I'm not interested! And there's no chance at all that he would accept to-”
“I will accept.”
A shock.
Jongin turned around immediately.
“What did you say?!”
“I said that's okay with me, we can hang out together tonight. Oh, but-... maybe you don't want to?”
Incredible, thought Jongin.
The red-haired waiter...
“Oh, my name is Junmyeon though.”
His name was Junmyeon, and...
“You're agreeing? Really?”
“If-... only if you want, of course. But-... I understand that-... you don't want to?”
“Oh, sure he wants!”
Kyungsoo slammed his hands on the counter, he curled his nose as smug, satisfied that he had intervened, pointed at the waiter.
“Tonight, nine p.m.!”
And then turned to Jongin.
“You'll come here to take him and then you two will go to the cinema! Together!”
He slammed his hands back on the counter again, looking at the waiter.
“And now write down your phone number in a goddamn piece of paper, please!”
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“So-... What do you want to watch?”
“Well-... Let's choose together.”
Embarrassment.
Embarrassment-embarrassment-embarrassment, thought Jongin.
“Okay.”
He raised his head and looked at the screen, running the titles with the eyes. And the same did Junmyeon, not far from him.
“Do you like horror movies?”
“Of course I like.”
“There should be one tonight.”
Jongin looked up.
He wore an old denim blouse, faded and discolored, Junmyeon looked at him from head to toe, looked over his shoulder, his arms.
The hips, legs.
Then Jongin spoke again.
“Found it. Hall number nine, it starts in ten minutes so we have the time to buy popcorns, okay?”
Jongin turned to him, who was still staring at him.
And raised an eyebrow.
“Are you-.. Okay?”
“Oh-... yes!”
I'm okay.
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“Found it!”
Chair number 8.
Jongin sat up and straightened his shirt, crossed his legs.
“Wow!”
Junmyeon did the same, sitting at the chair number 7.
Smiling.
Smiling.
Smiling.
Jongin couldn't take any more.
“Are you happy or-...”
“Of course I'm happy. And you?”
Why should he be so pathetically sweet? He couldn't keep his cool, if that red-haired waiter continued to act so cute and kind.
And he didn't even know him.
“Well, I guess-... Yes?”
“Right then!”
“Right.”
He peered at him from the neck down on his chest. Junmyeon was wearing a red shirt pulled all the way to the right side, revealing his white shoulder, smooth. Blacks skinny pants and boots.
“So-... You like horror movies. I wouldn't have thought it.”
“Why?!”
“Well-...”
He bit his lower lip.
“You don't seem that kind of boy, to be honest.”
“Because I look like a girl?”
“What?! Absolutely not! You don't look like a girl.”
“Weird.”
Junmyeon took in his mouth a handful of popcorns, still staring at him.
And Jongin continued to stare at him too.
A strange, particular tension all around them.
“All the guys I've dated have gave up on the first date because I was too effeminate.”
“Effeminate? You?!”
Holy Jesus, thought Jongin.
“If you are effeminate, then I'm a goldfish and my name is Bobby.”
The red-head laughed, gave him a gentle pat on the arm.
“Really?! Then I'm a white rabbit and my name is Larry!”
“Larry? The white rabbit?”
“Yes!”
He squinted his eyes and threw his head back, holding his stomach and Jongin thought he was even nicer than what he believed.
And this was a problem.
A big problem.
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