Cherry [ EXO Fanfic ]

Blanc, Cherise, et L'amour

Cherry~Kaisoo Fanfic

DISCLAIMER: I apologize if you find this very rushed and well, bad. I'm such a procrastinator...

Kyungsoo POV

"Why are you so perfect Kim Jongin?" I whispered softly as I watched him from my apartment window with a pair of binoculars. Old music from the 1930's played loudly from the antique record player in the living room and the smell of spaghetti still wandered in the air although I have finished dinner nearly an hour ago. Jongin, the tanned dancer always practiced his routines at this time in his bedroom and I always made sure that I watched from start to finish. He placed his left leg on his bed frame for stretching then made his way to the CD player on his study table. The dancer pressed 'play' and on went the graceful classical music, which drifted out his open window and into the streets of Marseille, France. I was not much of a dancer, but I could tell that he was the best. Posters of famous ballet dancers adorned his walls and pairs of pointe shoes hung from his bed post. Every pirouette and every grand jetée was not thought out.. Jongin felt it in his soul, it was his style. That's why I loved him and he loved me because I loved him.

Suddenly, after his big finish with his long legs crossed in an 'X' and his arms up high, we made eye contact. I immediately ducked down on my squeaky lounge chair and tossed my spy gear to the coffee table in embarrassment. After a wait of about ten seconds, I peered over the window ledge and found that he has pulled the curtains close.

"Dammit," I hissed, gripping tightly on the ledge. Glancing at the clock, which sat on the table, my eyes widened once I processed that it was already 1AM. I scrambled out of the den and into my bedroom where my crisp white lab coat and scrubs were perfectly placed on my bed. I stripped completely, throwing my black t-shirt and grey sweatpants to the floor and pulling the dentist green shirt over my head then slipping into the matching pants. I pulled my arms through the sleeves of the white lab coat then grabbed my keys from my dresser, which had a mirror above that had a frame covered in Jongin's pictures. Most were just magazine cut outs, but some were my own. I raced out the door and into the dimly lit hallway, fumbling through my keys to lock it. Finally, I found the correct key and locked the oak door, pausing once I heard distinct sounds.  The record player.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed rolling my eyes in annoyance then re-entered the flat.

A crescent moon was out that night, which I loved. I loved pressing the elevator button more than once, blankets that just came out from the dryer, the sound of trains, and the adrenaline, excitement, and thrill that Jongin gave my life everyday. Walking into the white themed hospital, the secretary, Mrs. Junhee Wu, greeted me with a kind "hello,"

I made my way to her desk and signed my name in the black binder, which she handed to me with a timid smile. I met the brunette's large eyes then trailed my view to her neck, which displayed a few love bites and some possible domestic abuse bruises. As I wrote in the time I got to work on the sheets, I stared at the beautiful young lady from the corner of my eye.

"What did Kris do this time?" I questioned, dropping the smooth Papermate pen onto her desk. She began to play with her short locks and eyed the floor. She was clearly attempting to keep her good-for-nothing husband's actions a secret.  

"O-oh...nothing, Dr. Do. You don't have to worry about me," Junhee replied in a higher pitched tone, trying to use her aegyo to shoo me away. She always had that effect on the other doctors, but I could tell she feared Kris. I slipped my hands into my lab coat pockets then spun on my heels to the direction of my office.

"I don't have any concerns for you, Mrs. Wu. The question was out of plain curiosity," I called over my shoulder with a slight smirk. I strolled down the bright corridor to my office at the end. It was true, I had no concern for her. In fact, I didn't care for anyone, but myself and Jongin. I liked to think of it as a sort of game or test to see how long it would take others to reach their happy ending. In Junhee's case, I doubt that Kris would ever bring her a single red rose. I opened the entrance to my office and was greeted by the black walls, which I painted myself. The small room included my desk, a leather office chair, a tray of surgical equipment, and a pair of chairs for patients. In one of them sat a young man named, Zitao Huang, but he preferred 'Tao'. He was a famous model in China and he visited his current boyfriend, Jongin frequently if he had time. I envied his cat-like eyes, his charming laugh, his height, his perfectly styled blonde hair, and most of all, the fact that he had my Jongin. I took my seat in front of the celebrity and scrolled through his file on my laptop.