Hey guyyyys!

It's been quite a long time, Sorry for that!

But everything's settled and my kids (lol) did well so I'm back :D

This one is a big short again and it's still introduction, but I hope you will like it! ^^

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Jaejoong kept an eye on him until he couldn't see the man any more. Right after, he entered at his turn, his glass in one hand, his handbag in the other. He barely stepped inside the room and felt the soft and artificial warmth ran through his body. He shivered, uncomfortable. He like more to feel the fresh air of the month of march on his face rather than this suffocating atmosphere.

Today, though, he was decided to make some concessions to achieve his ends. This tall handsome man deserved such efforts more than any other.

“Good evening, young man,” the old owner greeted him from his little spot in the corner, right behind the entrance. “It might be the first time you are coming inside, isn't it?”

“Ohh… I’m sorry… I think it will be raining soon,” he explained confusedly.

The old man smiled like he always did, his eyes wrinkling and piercing through his soul. He checked around and gestured toward an empty table where few bottles and cups were still gathered.

“Don't be sorry, you're welcome here as well. You can sit down over there, I'll make it clean soon.”

Timidly, Jaejoong's lips stretched. He thanked the owner and walked to the spot designated for him, hiding perfectly his inner satisfaction. Sometimes, when the weather was dry and sunny, the old man was sitting outside, observing the customers with watchful eyes.

He knew the old man wondered about him sometimes. More than once, he noticed the his gaze on him, doubting of his sincerity yet admiring his unstoppable gentleness with everybody. But he also knew his suspicions disappeared in the thin air when his innocent and lost gaze leaned on him.

With this behaviour he put on opportunely, he even managed to awake some fatherly feels from this stranger, when he never got any from his own father.

The attention of the customers brought on him by his sudden entrance had vanished and was now back on their discussion. Carefully, Jaejoong put his glass and took off his jacket, throwing on the floor the ashtray placed on the verge of the table.

The thud of the metal hurting the ground made all the people in the room jump in surprise. Their looks wandered around the counter before they stop on the cause of the noise. Hastily, the young blunderer keeled to pick the item and gather the strewn cigarette butts.

“Leave it, it's no big deal,” the owner reassured him.

Jaejoong apologized confusedly, showing a lot of guilty bows and scrapes to touch the audience. Slightly trembling and keeping his head low, he dragged his chair and sit down. For a while, his manicured fingers scratched his perfectly adjusted Jeans.

“You're rather clumsy for a grown up man,” he joked lightly to start some kind of friendly discussion.

“I... I’m sorry. I didn't mean to...” he whispered while biting his low lip.

Under the sympathetic chuckles and whines of the people around him, he looked up and met the eyes of the man who brought him in. Blushing, he showed him an embarrassed pout the man answered with a smirk. He shook his head an it seemed to be filled with more sarcasm than compassion as he brought his beer to his mouth to drink two long swallows.

Instantly, the hint in Jaejoong's eyes changed.

Right... he had been right all along. This man wasn't like the others. He knew. He had this power to look through his façade with a mere glance. He could see his real personality, maybe also his real feelings through his every gesture.

He didn't let himself being fooled by his shy and clumsy attitude. He wasn't charmed by the perfect image Jaejoong had created and everybody loved so much. He barely seemed to care about him, in fact. As if there was nothing so special about him, as if he was nothing more than a random – funny – customer.

Jaejoong felt even more attracted to the man.

He wanted this man. He needed him. No matter how, no matter the efforts, he would have him. He would show him he was no random man. He would make him addicted to him. He knew he could. Jaejoong liked the challenged and