my lips like warm coffee {n.jm}

5

sum presentialiter
I am closest to you

12 August 2021

The gentle breeze of fall brushed the girl's nose as she sat in the familiar garden. It's funny to say it was familiar because she has never been in this very garden before. Something about it was just comforting to her, like the way she felt towards the cafe. Like the way she felt towards Jaemin. 

The floor of the garden was littered with dried leaves. Kicking the leaves under her feet, and she hummed a light tune. Despite the splitting pain in her head she had since the morning, she still had a small smile on her face.

"Love's sorrow?" a voice spoke behind her. She turned and came face to face with the one boy that has been clouding her mind and dreams since they met.

"Mhm," she gave him a small smile. 

Jaemin sat down at the available spot on the bench. He quietly watched her hum the notes, captivated by the way everything else seemed distant as she sang. Birds seem to be hushed by her humming, listening attentively to her song. The breeze carried her voice effortlessly across the wind. 

"Why did you come here?" she stopped humming and asked. Jaemin gave her a shrug. 

"Use to be our favorite place to come to," he said nonchalantly.

"I'm sorry I-"

"Yeah you don't remember I know," he sighed dejectedly. He looked down at his shifting feet, a pout evident on his face. Before Wooyeon could say anything, his face brightens up again, and turned to her. "Wanna go somewhere?" 

And that was how Ahn Wooyeon died. No just kidding, Jaemin decided to pull her back to her college music room. Why were they there? Honestly, Wooyeon hadn't the slightest clue.

He was sat at the huge,  She watched as he gently lifted the lid off the keys and placed his long fingers. His fingers moved with grace, not playing but caressing the piano

The silence was ended by a sweet sound. Slow yet mesmerizing. Made her heart pound faster. The sound grew louder and Wooyeon could feel the vibrations tingling on my skin, cheekbone, and also my hair. the louder it got, the faster my heart raced.

She was mesmerized by Jaemin sitting at the shining black instrument that looked like the sky on a cool summer night, coaxing impossibly soothing and amazing melodies from it. He seemed lost as his fingers flew over the keys like swallows darting in a pond for fish.

She was so lost in the melody he played she didn't even realize he had stopped playing. She looked up and saw him smiling at her, making Wooyeon's heart leap out of her chest. As if it wasn't beating fast enough.

How the fu does this boy make me flip at just his smile? 

"Wooyeon? what are you doing here?" Wooyeon to see Jeno at the door looking at her confused.

"Oh, I was just..." her words trailed off as she turned back to the piano.

He was gone.

Her headache was back, and worst. 

12/13 August 2019

"Yeonieee~"

"Dear belle above what the fuck do you want Na Jaemin."

"I kinda wanna learn English."

"Why?"

The boy just shrugged in reply.

"Just go ask Mark or something." she sighed.

"But I don't wanna ask Mark." he whined.

"Then do learn with Duolingo." she replied rolling her eyes.

"Hell no, that bird held me at the gunpoint."

"Not my problem."

"But Yeonieee~"

"Na Jaemin it's literally 11.45 at night why tf do you have so much energy."

"Cof-"

"Nevermind, that was a stupid question."

The girl continued reading, ignoring her little hyper boyfriend beside her. High on caffeine, what's new

The minutes slowly ticked by and soon, Wooyeon placed her book down and finally paid attention to the high kid beside her. Though I don't think you could count him as a kid, seeing how he was turning 19.

"Na Jaemin," she called. He hummed in reply, he looked up from the phone and the small smile he had never left his face.

Wooyeon took a quick glance at the clock at their bedside table. It showed exactly 12 am. She turned back to Jaemin with a smile. 

Leaning forward, she cupped his cheek and ever so lightly pecked his nose.

"Happy Birthday Nana," she whispered before leaning in to capture his lips with hers.

Was that the best birthday gift the boy had ever gotten? Yes, yes it was.

It would be his favourite of all 19 years of his life.

so that's how I loved him

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ew, this is such a shitty chapter I'm sorry :(

this was supposed to be posted like a week ago I'm sorry besties ㅠㅠ