Dogs
Dogs (and other tails)Hadon had seen the guy way back in the springtime of last year. At the time he wasn't looking but he had to admit that the guy was someone worth looking at. His striking features weren't the kind you could ignore. But at the time, he was still complacently happy with his boyfriend so they'd shot eachother the brief nod as respective dog owners. (Nice dog. Stay on your side of the pathway.)
Then summer rolled around and so did he after buying a pair of rollerblades and letting San practically drag him all over the city. He lost track of how many times he'd seen the guy that summer but their interaction escalated to brief "hey"s or "nice weather"s. And big smiles shared.
Then in the fall, Hadon went back to walking but it was more the trudge of defeated resignation. Lonely, possibly forever, he forgot to even look up sometimes. So maybe he had missed a smile or two that the guy would possibly have flashed his way. Maybe even the opportunity to stop and talk. Tie their dogs up outside a coffee shop somewhere and go inside for a couple of hot and sweet pumpkin beverages.
By the time winter started blowing snow and cold air, Hadon was too depressed to go far. Never mind the fact that it was cold as and he didn't really feel like slipping on the ice racing after San who had put on his winter coat and looked like a big fuzzy bear. (More so than he already had) So he stuck close to the house. Going out more for his occasional cigarette than San's benefit. He still wasn't used to the fact that Joonyoung had up and gone to pursue a career in modelling out of nowhere. Flying off to a different county (a different ing continent) within a week of telling Hadon.
It had been months but he still couldn't get over it. They had been so good together. Joonyoung had even loved San, though he'd always been more of a cat person. Hadon just couldn't understand what had happened. Maybe he was still in shock.
Spring came again as it always had and always would. Melting the world into puddles that San loved playing in and mud Hadon had to wash off of him every damn day. It would have added to his already twisted-up feelings if he'd still felt the same. But the ice that had taken ahold of his heart metaphorically had also melted. Leaving him feeling fresh and lighter and cleaner. And ready for something new.
And it just so happened that the guy with the striking face had gotten a new haircut. It was no longer hanging across his shimmering brown eyes. His smile just as infectious as Hadon remembered it. His voice just as shockingly deep.
"Nice weather."
And Hadon nodded and replied: "Yeah. Yes, it really is." As he squinted against the halo of light surrounding the guy's face.
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