Coffee shop...1

Pairing : kind of!Sichul ninja!Kyumin, slight!Haehyuk

Rating : PG-13  Genre : Semi angst, semi fantasy

Chapter : 1/     Words length : Around 500-1000 words per chapter

Summary : I’m blankly sitting here, where I can smell your scent, I still can’t forget you, Our memories still remain, So without knowing, like a habit, I came here.

Warning : unbeta, random, grammatical error, using google translate, And I’m at making title and summary and rating and genre. I had warned you. Important character in Siwon's life is dead in this story. However, some random nonsense will come (in my opinion) and maybe doesn’t make sense at all. This story originally Haehyuk as main pairing but I want to make Sichul version.

Inspired : BAP-Coffee shop lyric, SS4 VCR before storm, mini drama ep.2 eunhyuk and donghae scene for bathroom scene in this story, ss5 vcr donghae and kyuhyun, ft island mv and other thing.

A/N : I just found out this song yesterday and start liked it. I know I’m too late, mianhae, I’m not their fan, I just likes Yongguk in that group T_T This story is my free interpretation about the song lyric. If you confused, just ask :D

Italic=Song lyric

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Siwon Centric

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I open my eyes to the morning sunlight
I look at the time on my phone
I put on the clothes I laid out last night
And I hurry out the door

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"What time is it?" I wondered after soft light of sun shining through thin slit on window’s curtain, creating some kind of funny light inside my dark room. Another day had passed, another morning had come, yet I still questioning myself, why you weren’t here, when in fact I knew the answer of my own question.

The water was too cold because I forgot to turning on the water heater last night but I perfectly knew my heart was colder than this water. I want to hate you, I swear, I want to and I had trying to hate you, I said to my own reflection in foggy mirror inside this small bathroom, but I can’t, I love you too much until only sobs come out from my mouth but not hate's words at the day you left me. My hand wiped off the fog on mirror; I can see my face clearly. "You’re so handsome and you're mine, please smile for me." you used to say that every morning when I hug you from behind while you’re shaving and we’ll watch our reflection inside the foggy mirror, I always wondering why were you shaving when your face so clean and smooth. Once I asked and you’ll replied, “I just want to." But I’m gladly to kiss your foamy mouth, tasting the mint taste of the foam, it’s gross, I know, but you make everything tasted better.

"It’s 7 am." I murmured after saw the time on my phone. I wore the clothes that I had laid out on the bed last night, not bothering myself to checking whether the clothes I wear was suit with the newest style or did not following style at all and will only assaulting other people's eyes because of my odd style, I don’t care. I checked once again my appearance in front of body-size mirror inside this room only to check whether the clothes too crumpled or had neat enough before I continued my another morning ritual.

"Checkered shirt again?" You definitely will comment like that when you see the shirt I wore today accompanied with your cute nose wrinkled in distaste. "Three days a row you wore the same pattern shirt and that started driving me crazy." you were says that, I don't know for how many days ago, while slowly walking approaching me. Like usual, the soft caramel scent from your body floating entering my smell organ. Scent of comfort, love and home. "We need to get rid of this," you murmured while quickly stripped me of the checkered shirt. "This is better." you grinned not so innocently while eyeing my upper body, well, I know what crossed inside your mind, I really understand, because your smirks appears after my understanding smile formed. I wrapped my arms around your thin waist and brought your plushy lips against mine, dancing with slow pace. Slyly guy, yup, you’re my slyly, divas guy that I love.

 I go to work the next hours with same checkered shirt, not bother for picking and wearing the other pattern, beside, you’re too exhausted and happy for caring about the kind of shirt I will wear today. I looked at you for the last time before I leave, your flawless bare body  was under black satin's sheet with sweat that hasn't completely gone from your body and hair disheveled with room smelled of , that’s the last image of your sleeping figure I remember vividly until now, because you look extremely gorgeous more than usual that day.

7.30am, I hurried out of the door.

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TBC

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