Early morning Sunday, Kyungsoo cracked open his eyelids to the bright summer sunlight streaming through his crystal white curtains. He smiled softly, straining to reach over to his bedside table for his mobile phone, left to charge overnight.

08:02 am, it read. Kyungsoo's sleepy smile only grew wider, as he readied himself for the day ahead.

He helped himself into the shower, relishing the warmth of the water, refreshing his senses. He scrubbed and rinsed himself carefully, head still in the clouds.

Today seemed to be going well already.

He glanced over at his wardrobe, clothes planned for the day hung neatly on the rail. Swiftly rubbing his head again with the towel, he reached for the soft fabric of the light blue smart shirt, smiling at the cottony sensation brought to his fingers. He carefully ed the shirt, and reached for the white t-shirt instead. He pulled on his trousers afterwards, and lastly his smart shirt, leaving the last few top buttons undone- he had his t-shirt under anyway. 

In Kyungsoo's opinion, it was far too sunny to be dressed in drab clothes.

He opened his curtains fully, loving the feel of the sun kissing his skin. He realised he was running late, and he hurriedly grabbed his phone, keys and wallet, and slipped into his shoes. He rushed out the door without a second glance.

Outdoors, Kyungsoo was surprised. It wasn't often he was right about the weather being this blissfully warm, but he was this time. Running a hand through his hair with a smile, he happily hummed the song he listened to everyday. The song wasn't the most special, strange for two grown men to be attached to, but the Pororo theme tune had stuck. It was his and Jongin's song, that Kyungsoo didn't mind singing the song he listened to, alone.

By himself, Kyungsoo strolled through the tall familar buildings near his home, finding peace and sincerely not minding the solitude he was in, once again. It was an everyday thing.

Monday, Tuesday... the days went by. He was easily getting by and he was well, he was healthy. Nowadays, he met with his friends often; they too were increasing in numbers as the days went by. A lot of things these days had started making him laugh, much like he used to when he was by Jongin's side.

Was it a year, already? Has a year passed since Jongin? The spring, the summer, the autumn, and the winter. Has it all passed? He wondered, eyes looking up towards the cloudless blue sky. He sighed, if so, time had passed by so fast. It was already a year since... Jongin.

He found the coffee shop at long last, looking up at the bold golden brown cursive writing of the store's name, he pushed the door. The scent of freshly grinded and brewed coffee was a comfort to Kyungsoo, surrounding his senses and filling him with nostalgia. The coffee shop wasn't immensely busy yet, and for that, Kyungsoo was thankful.

Scanning the room with his deep brown eyes, he rejoiced inside, at the sight of his usual spot being empty. It was as if the usuals knew that it was Kyungsoo's spot.

He smiled, and joined the queue in a daze. The male at the till recognised Kyungsoo, and offered him a smile, asking if Kyungsoo wanted his regular- a medium cappuccino and a small slice of carrot cake, eating in. Looking up at the tall black-haired male (with the deep voice), he asked with wide eyes, "How do you know my Sunday regular?" Kyungsoo's voice came out like a whimper, much to his distaste, and he frowned.

The man looked disappointed, but he smiled anyway, "I work here on weekends... I've served you on countless occasions." The man shrugged, before thanking Kyungsoo for his order, and telling his fellow baristas to get it done. The smaller, edged away from the till after paying, and waited for his order. 

In minutes, his order was called loudly, and Kyungsoo shook in surprise as he grabbed the tray from the barista. He spared a weak smile and mumbled a thank you, before he scuttled over to his seat and helped himself to his splendid Sunday regular. His seat was always away from view of the other customers, but nonetheless, it was beside the window, so he could bask in the morning sun as it too woke up and replaced the night skies of the moon and the stars. 

Glancing out the window, he felt at ease. It didn't matter that the thoughts of Jongin always managed to filter through others, he supposed. Kyungsoo would overcome it, he hoped.

Although, he couldn't help but wonder why he was still there, on a Sunday morning, as if waiting for Jongin with his crazy bed head to come running in and apologising for being late. Kyungsoo remembered that punctuality was always a difficulty for Jongin, and that made him laugh. It was this familiar coffee shop, that the two would go to in the weekends, and if there was time, on the weekdays too. The pair had always liked to joke and say that it was their coffee shop, with their spot- next to the window away from view. 

Kyungsoo breathed in the familiar air, the familiar scent that belonged to Kim Jongin. He wasn't staring at anything in particular, but it was obvious to any onlooker that Kyungsoo was deep in his thoughts, as he stared blankly.

It was difficult for Kyungsoo; he still could not forget Jongin. No matter how much he tried, the memories still remained. The plentiful memories of their lives together, really. He didn't mind anymore, now that he thought of it and much like a habit, he had become attached to this one coffee shop where he and Jongin loved to go to.

The morning sun was always the best; it was always so gentle, warming the skin and nothing else. He inclined his head against the window and sighed, a content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He bathed in the soft morning light.

With his eyes closed, Kyungsoo remembered. He remembered just how soft Jongin's hair was to his very fingertips, he remembered playing with Jongin's hair, and teasing him constantly as he shook his head, claiming he didn't look like a puppy. No one believed him of course, and Kyungsoo always took advantage of that.

Kyungsoo didn't have a hard time remembering the simple style of Jongin, with his white t-shirt, and his fitting jeans. Kyungsoo could even remember the matching white trainers Jongin would wear because he simply could not be bothered, or was in a rush. Apparently this was always Kyungsoo’s fault, because Kyungsoo was the one to wake up early and goes to sleep early, and Jongin had a hard time doing that, he had tendencies to work on his art for long periods of time without noticing how late it was.

And the best part of his memories, Kyungsoo thought, was Jongin's way of walking. Jongin was coy, and he walked in a fashion that always made Kyungsoo laugh heartily, this was probably the best way for Kyungsoo to remember Jongin, and not with any other memories. Out loud, Kyungsoo chuckled.

He still dreamt about Jongin, of course, but no longer did his heart rush at the sight of his beloved smiling sweetly, uttering sweet words of kindness and support of all sorts. It just didn't happen anymore. Much like the strong coffee aroma surrounding him that was bound to disappear soon after he walked out of this coffee shop Jongin had started disappearing too. 

The fading had caused Kyungsoo to feel indifferent to the scent around him. He realised just how well he was getting on, only then, in this coffee shop. The familiar caramel smell came from Jongin, right?

He stepped out of the coffee shop, and decided that today was a good day to meet with his friends.

It was Sunday again. The Monday, Tuesday and all other days had rolled by gracefully, neither taking their time, nor disappearing in the blink of an eye. Kyungsoo was getting by, and he was healthy. Work wasn’t a burden on him at all.

This time, he noticed he was served by the same black haired, deep voiced barista and spared him a small smile of apology, before taking his usual Sunday order.

Kyungsoo began thinking again, he realised only then how well sleep was coming to him. There weren’t any more nightmares; only sweet Jongin grinning and waving. That Jongin had started disappearing, but it was okay.

It was strange that he could watch sad movies without crying anymore. It was a new feeling. Kyungsoo liked how it was like a heavy weight had been lifted off his chest.

He glanced out of the coffee shop window, watching the decorators in their white, paint splattered overalls enter and exit the flower store. The flower store had changed from being simply pink, to being pink and black. In Kyungsoo’s opinion, it was quite sophisticated for a flower store. It must be doing well.

Neighbouring the flower store, was a clothing store, family owned, it seemed. Kyungsoo could remember that only a year ago, that store was a bakery.

It was funny how he was watching everything around him change.

He wondered to himself, why he was still here – in the same coffee shop, waiting for Kim Jongin. He glanced up, looking towards the door, seeing himself and Jongin walk in, hand in hand, or arm in arm, or Jongin’s arm wrapped around Kyungsoo’s shoulders. It reminded him of how happy he was in this coffee shop. It reminded him that this was their coffee shop.

He inhaled deeply, his lips being tugged into a smile. Kyungsoo had taken a liking to sitting here blankly and simply remembering Jongin’s scent. It was comforting.

It wasn’t his fault he had come to this coffee shop. It was a habit of some sort, and he was here.

Kyungsoo couldn’t help but consider, as he pushed open the coffee shop door, what Jongin would be like if he was still here. Nowadays, Kyungsoo was quite fine with eating greasy pasta. Would Jongin still hate pickles?

Climbing aboard the bus, he seated himself by the window. He was eventually getting used to not having Jongin around, no matter how much he did miss the man. Life was still moving, and it wasn’t so bad. Now, when Kyungsoo heard stories about Jongin, he could laugh and reminisce without tears.

A small elated sigh left the man’s lips as he leant his head against the window on this sunny day. He gently put his earphones in, listening to the piano intro of the song he never remembered the title to.

Kyungsoo hummed to himself quietly with a happy smile on his face.

He almost jumped at the two taps on his shoulder. Strange how nostalgia was quick to settle in, it reminded Kyungsoo of Jongin’s teasing when they were with each other.  On instinct, Kyungsoo turned to his left, where he was tapped, as if expectant for Jongin to pop out from the other side and laugh at how gullible Kyungsoo was.

This time he was wrong. It was the barista from the coffee shop. Kyungsoo’s eyes were wide as the barista glanced at him somewhat coldly.

“You know, you almost walked into a lamp post today, if it wasn’t for me pulling you out of the way.” The deep voiced barista murmured with a frown. Kyungsoo’s eyes were immediately drawn to the other man’s lips and he forced himself to look up.

The smaller man mumbled an apology, “Sorry if I was such a bother.” He felt his cheeks burn aflame and he cursed himself for having such pale skin.

“How about to pay me back, you spend the day with me?” the man asked with a breathtaking smile. Kyungsoo hated himself for admitting that the mouth he was looking at was so bright and so heart warming.  Maybe this man could help him forget about Jongin.

“I-I already have plans, sorry. May be sometime later? For now, you can save more people from walking into lamp posts.” Kyungsoo didn’t even have to force a smile. It came naturally with this man, it felt nice.

 Please do help me forget Jongin.

“My name is Park Chanyeol. Can I get your number then, as well as your word?” the man, Kyungsoo now knew as Chanyeol offered with another smile and Kyungsoo could not help but nod.

“My name is Do Kyungsoo.” He offered his hand out to retrieve the other man’s phone, and promised that hopefully they could meet up again soon enough.

Kyungsoo’s head popped into the coffee shop once again.  Sunday had come round, and he was planning on spending his day with Chanyeol, again.  The small man caught sight of the taller and spared him a grin, as he ordered his usual and waited for him at the nearby park.

The small man was sitting near the water fountain, watching some little kids chase each other, and others throwing coins and making a wish. It reminded him of his own childhood and he couldn’t help but smile.

He was thrown off guard by the deep cough from behind him, and he turned around to see a grinning Chanyeol. It was funny how close these two got, in such a small amount of time. They were so compatible, and Kyungsoo was surprised at Chanyeol’s sense of humour. It was similar to his.

“You missed me?” Chanyeol asked teasingly, wrapping a shoulder around the shorter one.

“Nope.” Kyungsoo chuckled, especially when Chanyeol retorted with an offended ‘Yah!’ and ruffled his hair.

Today was another good day.

They were nestled into Kyungsoo’s sofa, wrapped with dozens of duvets, and fleeces as they watched a movie. It was a surprise that neither of them had fallen asleep, but Kyungsoo felt that there was something in the air preventing it from happening. Chanyeol was tense, and his eyes were glued to the TV screen, something he didn’t do often.

So when the movie ended and Kyungsoo switched off the TV, he asked Chanyeol what was wrong.

“I-I love you, Do Kyungsoo.” Chanyeol blurted, and Kyungsoo watched as a blush reached his cheeks.

Was that it? Was that what he was feeling towards Chanyeol? Was he in love with Chanyeol?

Kyungsoo glanced towards the taller man who was planning on continuing, and smiled. This feeling of completion, it was love wasn’t it?

“I love you too, Park Chanyeol. Thank you.” He reached for the man, and hugged him tightly, breathing in the different scent he was slowly loving.

Thank you for helping me, Park Chanyeol.

Word count: 2469

Not very long, hmm.

I think I've fixed it. D: IDEK. 

I'm sorry, still. Omg, I tried.

HudaCheesecake x