Raindrops and Bus Stop
Author(s)ilovekimjongwoon
A Rainy Day of the Past
Description
They were two strangers. Two souls who met for a chance with love.
A Rainy Day of the Past
Author(s)ilovekimjongwoon
Drip. Drip. Drop.
Drench day. Raindrops trickling down over the steel roof shed. Sopping shoes and soaking clothes abound in all directions, oil-pictures psychedelically around puddles. Wetness everywhere and no escape was found.
Actually it had been pouring down bad in Seoul for almost two weeks now. So when Park Chanyeol walked up carrying an umbrella, anyone would suspect he was of those kinds that are prepared for anything. His case, however, was just the opposite. It took two weeks of going home soaked to make him realize he might need an umbrella, and truth be told, he was not the type to be ready for much anything. Although he do, as always, go through anything with his superb smile. Like the anything he was to encounter at the bus stop.
The form that was standing under the shed, the lady, was the anything. She happened to him just like a song. He got under the bus top and she scooted away so they could both stand under the middle of shed. He couldn't help but glance at her. Petite (especially with his tall stature), pointed nose, porcelain white skin, sound pods on both ear. She glimpsed at both directions, frowning before looking down her wrist watch.
"Tangina, tagal ng bus*," she muttered gruffly, too loud for her own thought.
"I'm sorry?" Chanyeol asked, brow raised. The lady noticed his confusion, drawing off one of her ear plug, she shook her head.
"Oh. Sorry. It wasn't meant for you," she apologized, smiling ruefully. Chanyeol got to stare at her full face. Damn, she's beautiful.
"I see." He looked away, smiling shyly. He rubbed the back of his neck as he felt himself getting embarrassed. Then, it happened. The rain got more serious. It was now even getting inside the bus stop, getting them damp.
He opened his umbrella. "Here, use some of this."
With a thankful nod, she scooted back over and he noticed the smell of vanilla and caramel. Enchanting. With their close proximity, he could also hear the music on her ear plug.
Let me. Rihanna.
Why was this sweet looking lady listening to that kind of music?
He noticed that she was slightly stomping her feet with every beat and her hands were somewhat loving with the song.
"Are you, in anyway a dancer?"
With a surprise gasp, she shook her head vigorously. "Oh no. I'm not!" She heavily blushed as the thought of someone seeing her 'dance' in public flashed on her mind.
"Well, you can. I mean, I really couldn't really tell the dance moves but you're moving with the exact beat. That's pretty awesome." He smiled at her.
She looked down, her blush still visibly. "Thanks."
Moments of silence. He mentally squirmed, he still wanted to talk to her. Think Chanyeol, think.
"A-actually," he was surprised that the lady decided to speak with him. He waited for her to continue, "I'm trying to be an... an idol. And I was kind of practicing a dance routine that I need to perform by the end of this week."
