[   shades of blues  ]

Jongin crawls.

No, really. He is just walking back and forth infront of a coffee shop; every steps seemingly heavy and long for him as he plods in another square of concrete white floor. Like he is somekind of the late Neil Armstrong who attempted to plug the United States flag in the moon, to mark America’s fulfilled task.

Some people sees him as an obstacle to enter in the coffee shop; some girls purposely flashes flirty smiles at him. Jongin only give them a cold shoulder and continue to go back and forth.

He doesn’t like the feeling of waiting in skeptical situation. He is probably making conclusions about how she wouldn’t come; about how she refuse to come; about how she left him.

Before he left her.

“Jongin”

Melifluous and soft delicate voice liquifies to his earlobes, and he promptly swivels to her, meeting her sets of vivid brown orbs glimmering to his.

None.

There’s nothing.

No more exchanges of shy smiles; no more sneaky acts to hold hands; no more love.

They have matured. Her love for his might not falter, but he does.

Jongin feels nothing.

Jongin nods his head, and threads inside the coffee shop, as Yoona’s swee