A Nameless Story ( KAISOO )

( A oneshot I wrote for an English assignment. I had to cut it short cause I was over the limit, so the end is kinda shit.... But oh well. Still got an A. ^^ hehehe 

See you guys next time. 

Soundtrack; EXO-K - Nabi Sonyeo, Kim Sunggyu - 41 Days. 

-Channie)

Nothing but the plink of lonely rain met Kyungsoo's ears as his feet dragged heavily through the rain. His sneakers hung heavy with water and his clumping eyelashes clung to the pale skin of his cheeks. Kyungsoo had always had thick lips, and now the pouty items were tinted a deep blue, the tremouring cold hitting to his bones. Kyungsoo hated the rain. He hated the cold, and he hated the wet. Not to mention he was hydrophobic. But it all didn't matter, not as he feet trudged to a soulless rhythm. Kyungsoo didn't care because he deserved it. Especially after what he had done to Jongin. He'd met the boy on a day so similar to this, it was raining once more, except it was springtime then and instead of the crunch of soggy autumn leaves at Kyungsoo's feet...there was flowers at Jongin's. Just begining to open with the first rays of sunlight, the petals had slapped closed that day, hiding from the rain that Jongin thrived in.

His form was lean, his face uneasily chizzeled and his movements as elegant as the gracing dance of a butterfly. He didn't walk down the path; he mistakenly flew. Everything he did was graceful, from the way his teeth chattered to how his fingers trailed along the window of Kyungsoo's cafe. He'd lingered there for awhile, staring at the cupcakes as if they held the answers to the universe. Because for Jongin...they did. How could something so beautiful, be so taintingly evil? Little pockets of flour and sugar, laced with Kyungsoo's finest icing, there were cakes of every spectrum. But they didn't entice Jongin, they didn't add that special sparkle in his eye like everyone else who viewed them. He was digusted.

"If you want to get that solo, Jongin. You're going to need to drop a few pounds; no one wants to see a whale dance."

Fat. Obsese. That's what everyone thought Jongin was. And slowly, as the insults had crept on him, he had believed them too. He saw fat, he saw the fat everyone else did. Bulking at his thighs, at his hips and arms. Swallowing over his form and muting the grace of his ballet. He saw it, and it disgusted him. He was going to get rid of it. Cupcakes like Kyungsoo's were evil. You couldn't fall for their temptation, not if you wanted to be beautiful. Not if you wanted to be perfect. Cake was a privledge Jongin didn't allow himself anymore, and hesitantly he turned his eyes away from the window, the fingers that once rested spread over the glass crunching into a needy fist. He took a step back, and once again endoused himself in the rain. 

Kyungsoo had seen him that day, seen the trembling thin form hover outside his window and watching how the other shook as his hands reached up for the rain he felt obligied to pull his door open. Thick finger's grasped and hesitantly Kyungsoo peered out into the pitter patter, his sweater wrapped around him tightly. "Yah! You're gonna catch a chill!" mother goose instincts in full throtle, Kyungsoo's eye brows furrowed. "The fire's lit? And you're welcome to a cupcake...do you wanna come in?"

On a general basis, Kyungsoo didn't give his cupcakes out for free, they were his pride and joy! As well as the main thing that kept his buisness afloat. He couldn't afford to just hand them out. But there was something about this boy, something that made him offer...

Perhaps it was the way the rain made his form huddle and shake, despite the fact he seemed to be enjoying himself. Or maybe it was the way his skin clung so tight to his bones that everything jutted out at sharp angles.... But it soon all fluttered out of is mind as Jongin twisted his feet and turned.

"Inside? Why would I want to go in there~" a drunken smile somehow etched it's way acrosss Jongin's features and soon after he was pirouetting again, incoherent giggles spewing from his stretched lips. "Why when I can dance out here in the rain?"  It was a rhetorical question, Jongin expected no answer from it. Especially from a doe-eyed stranger that was just trying to be kind. But fighting off a slight smile, Kyungsoo mustered one; his body swaying to lean against the door frame. "If you get sick, you won't be able to dance..." Jongin scoffed. "like the sniffles would stop me." Kyungsoo laughed.