𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄; boysnextdoor

Draft. Leehan

Plot: y/n, poetess and Leehan a idol reminisces thier first love.

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Winter was just around the corner. It was her first time in the biggest coffee shop in town. She could see the cheerful and brilliant lighting of the shop as she walked across the vast parking lot. There were tables outside the shop each with a brown vintage style umbrella. This particular coffee shop is not a cafe, it's a coffee shop literally. They sell the finest coffee from all over the world. It also has a book corner in the left hand side of the shop where we can buy books. They make very good coffee as well. This place is an ideal place for students and employees to release stress. As she made her way through the transparent glass door, a blanket of warm air hit her and the rich aroma of coffee which was delectable.

The noise the customers made was immense which reminded me how popular a place this is.She made my way to the coffee bar at the end of the shop made of reclaimed wood. A barista stood before me. He welcomed me with a charming smile. I got my cup of Americano and paid for it in the next counter. The aged wooden floor creaked beneath me as I was walking towards my table. She made herself comfortable on a bulky wooden chair. When I was about take the first sip of my cup of coffee the looks of the cup caught my eye. It had a very rich vintage look itself. The cup was in white and the details were in bronze. The fresh hot coffee warmed my palms as I took the first sip. The invigorating smoky taste was heavenly. As she lifted my eye from the cup, a group of attractive young boys were performing some dance outside. She wondered how could someone be so much talented? They reminded her of her first love, leehan. Her ex lover, the guy whom she loved- loves dearly. Only if she wouldn't have given up and had a secret relationship with him. She would be here with him. She regrets being pathetic, but that's what ordinary person like her do right? L

She took out her laptop and kept her cup of americano aside. She was a poetess not a well known one saying that most of her work are based on ordinary things nothing special and here she was because she hasn't written anything when the deadline of her work is near. She thinks for awhile, but nothing comes in her mind. She looks outside and saw the guys still performing, she gets a flashback of him. She looks back at the screen of her laptop and writes about him again. 

I miss him. Why though?
He doesn't even remember me.
I am sure;
He is more than happy
Right?
Then why can't I be happy?

I remember his and my memories
We used to list to the sound of rain
I still remember he loved to play in rain 
He would always get sick after palying
I remember everything about him
Does he remember me too?
I miss him. Why though? 

What a bliss to hold his hand!
His touch, smile, scent everything about him.
I miss it. Why though? 

She switches off the software before that she saves the poem as draft. There were many things she wrote about him but everything was kept in draft. Now that he isn't there with his and her memories are kept in draft.

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I am still alive okay!! ฅ'ω'ฅ