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The two of us just stared outside. The air was crisp, and fresh for that matter - usually I enjoyed the comfort of the night. I liked to stare upon the stars and just think about stupid things in my life.
Most of the time it's always me going back to embarrassing moments in my life that just seem to stick to my mind.
"If I lived here, I'd be on this balcony all day." Jake seemed equally in awe as I did at the glimmers of stars, trickling the night sky all over.
"I am, more or less." I chuckled, a comfortable silence between the two of us despite the previous tension.
"Imagine speeding down the highway at this time, when the sky looks like this." Jake did not take his eyes off the sky, in this moment, he resembled a child getting a toy for the first time in his life.
"Really, you're just thinking about your motorcycle?" I scoffed, though I had a small smile on my face.
"It's my getaway, when the world seems too crowded." He began getting a little deeper into his life, which made me turn my head to look at him.
There was no sense in asking him further, I knew he wouldn't say anything more, so instead, I just asked a question that was really necessary.
"Where'd you even park your motorcycle?" I inquired, looking over the balcony banister to my driveway, and not seeing his motorcycle anywhere.
"On the outside of your fence, didn't know if Heeseung would be creeping on us again, so you know, played it safe this time." Jake's voice had a slight rasp to it, his jawline sharp as he stared upwards, taking in the beautiful course of nature in the sky.
It felt like the world was moving slowly everytime I looked at him, sure, the sky was pretty, but he was simply prettier.
He gazed over to me again, and all of a sudden, the world felt insignificant, and as if it was just the two of us in this huge place.
He swallowed hard, looking down and giving a sigh. I did the exact same, but stared out towards Heeseung's house.
"I'm a bit wary that Heeseung might just coincidentally look out of his balcony patio, let's go back in." I shuddered jokingly, not even wanting to know his reaction.
The two of us made our way back into my room, and instead of just sitting in here and talking, we decided to move to the kitchen, since I needed a drink.
He looked around my kitchen, opening cabinets, fridges, drawers, all sorts. And then all of a sudden, he stopped when he reached the tall shelf that stored many bottles of liquor, wine and whatever else.
He grabbed a bottle, placed it back, and then grabbed another.
"How come they're all pretty much full?" Jake asked, gazing over at me as I placed my glass down, not even able to take a sip of water.
"I don't have anybody to drink them with." I gave him a simple response, yes sure, it was sad, the fact that majority of those glasses and bottles were empty, but still, they looked good as decor.
Jake gave me a look on his face, while holding a bottle of liquor, that was practically asking me if I wanted to drink with him.
I gave a small smile, grabbing two glasses suitable for drinking liquor straight from the bottle, and slid them on the kitchen island.
He cracked the bottle open, pouring for me first, and then himself. We both sat on the edge of the counter, taking the first sip.
It was silence at first, with the first two sips, we just talked about shallow topics. Nothing too deep or really exciting, but after every sip, we seemed to warm up to each other, and suddenly, the kitchen that usually feels empty to me - became fuller.
Even with this one additional person, it felt like the whole room became alive once more.
"You're gonna have to show me how to make those macarons one day, I swear, I really cannot live without them nowadays." Jake chuckled, pouring himself another drink, and adding some more into mine.
"You and macarons? Yeah, won't work. You'd probably fail at making the batter alone." I scoffed, they were decently hard to make, especially for beginners.
"Pfft, you're testing me here. One day, I will come over to that bakery of yours, and you will teach me how to make my own batch." Jake swirled his glass around, throwing his head up as he drank the rest of it.
"You won't do it. No balls." I gave a laugh, not believing that he'd actually pull up.
"When's your next shift? And on a less busy day, so that you aren't having to deal with a shit ton of customers while you're at it." Jake turned his head to look at me, that signature smile of his never dropped once among our conversation.
"Stop by tomorrow, if you even dare." I stared at his face, a smirk on my face as he raised his brows slightly.
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sim.jaeyun → macarons & motorcycles
Fanfiction- a motorcyclist, who has no regard for the law and lives his life recklessly finds himself obsessed with macarons from a bakery of which his best friend's sister works at
