Perhaps It Was Fate [taetenfanfiction/inprogress]

Not Quite Expected To Be

"Yuta." he calls out from his seat as he drives at the streets of Seoul. The Japanese boy looks at him.

"Yeah?"

"Do you like him?"

"Who— What, who?" Yuta blinks as he gazes upon his friend.

"Ten. Do you like him?"

Yuta lets out a soft chuckle as he finally breaks his gaze on him and has his eyes looking at the road now and slumping against the car's door.

"I don't. Maybe a tad of crush, he's cute you know. With that small height and cheery smiles, but I don't think I would go that far with liking him. Hansol, why do you ask?"

The golden haired lightly shook his head as he drive to the meeting place. "You've been spending too much time with him and you reply faster than you do to me. You don't even .. invite me to have a lunch with you anymore." Hansol says, almost whispering the last words from his mouth.

Yuta snorts and looks at Hansol. "Are you jealous?" he asks with a grin on his face.

"W-What? No..? No. Of course not?! Why would I be- I.. I am just asking you!" says Hansol, stuttering. Though the words that came out from his mouth tasted oddly bitter.

"You're blushing..?" Yuta teases.

"What?" he paused. "Well that is because being 'jealous' doesn't make any sense at all." Hansol protests, covering the truth with words and he quickly shakes his head.

But it is true, he is jealous. He is jealous because he, Ji Hansol, have been longing for Yuta Nakamoto ever since they worked together but things just never happen the way he wanted them to be.

Finally they reached the meeting place and carefully parked their ride at the side of the street, not too far from the coffee shop.

"And your best friend.." Hansol says.

"Hm?"

"What was his name.." he paused for a while. "Ah, Taeyong. Was it?"  he says.

"Yeah?" says Yuta as he unbuckles the seatbelt from his seat, his eyes looking intently at his.

"Is that really normal of him? He's quite intimidating. How are you even friends?" Hansol asks out of sheer curiosity and Yuta only gave him a grin and quickly jumped off the car and walked towards the coffee shop. Hansol watched him from the car as he entered the building and was quickly met by a guy, smaller than him and Hansol remembers that smile of his. He remembers him too well that every night, he thinks of how he managed to quickly charm his way to Yuta.

"Ten." Hansol murmured.

...

"Yuta!" Ten exclaims upon the sight of his friend and his healing smile never fails to wash away all the worries that he have been keeping inside.

"What's up?" Yuta asks.

"Come."

Ten took the seat by the window which has a great view of the wide and busy street. And Yuta sat across him. Though Ten knows he shouldn't be worried but his chest just keeps on tightening. Finally, Yuta breaks the odd silence between them that's been keeping him from talking.

"So, is there a problem? Why'd you call?" he asks, his voice soft but audible.

"Yuta.. It's—" he stuttered. He placed his hand by the table and he could feel his own warmth fade into nothing as it is slowly replaced by coldness that who knows where it came from.