Americano-like, bittersweet
Description
TITLE: Americano-like, bittersweet (or SLOAU because i have feels for that name)
PAIRING: Layhan, broken!Krislay, side!Taoris
RATING: PG-15
LENGTH: ~6K (oneshot)
GENRE: angsty angst (or it was supposed to be ORZ); dance!au, cafee!au
DISCLAIMER: as of now, i own only the plot..
SUMMARY: It could have been a heartbreaking dance, if only he could feel anything at all.
A/N: idk okay, i've been writing this stuff literally forever.. and i kinda hate it because it should have been totally different but then it became like this. don't hurt me please TTATT anyway, dedicated to my babe who can make me write ANYTHING even though i always say i won't write ever again. thanks for supporting me and waiting 14865 years for every single thing i promise to make for you >.> and sorry it took so long..
credit for the pics used in the poster: http://s.b5z.net/i/u/10077960/i/DSCF7856.JPG; SMEnt (the EXO teaser no.IDEK); saechouse.com; weibo.com/stayixing
Foreword
The bell rang and he looked up at the couple entering the café, his lips turning upwards ever so slightly. They were bickering again, the sight almost painfully familiar to him, and he found it kind of cute. He waved at them in greeting as they passed him to take their usual table. He clicked away silently on the cash register, knowing by heart what the two would order, before turning to prepare their drinks. It was a Wednesday as any other and he was maybe just a little tired of the routine; maybe just a little tired of his life; maybe just a little regretting the decisions he'd made, but never showed the thing. Especially not in front of the two guys, throwing annoyed glances at each other while holding hands under the table, out of the sight of the public. He smiled sadly as he watched them from the counter, something about the small gesture gentle and almost nostalgic when his eyes met with those of the taller guy and he returned him the look, all the "sorry i hurt you"s and "please don't cry"s he'd never said aloud stirring an old guilt in him and he wanted to scream "It's not your fault!", except he didn't. He just nodded a little, sighing before he turned to a new customer his mouth forming the most fake of smiles as he took the order with taught willingness. And he thought maybe he should stop.
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