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Summer - Kaisoo

SUMMER

Summary: 

a love story in 21 days.

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PART 1

i.

most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.

-benjamin franklin

The 2x2 portrait stares back at him innocently, as innocently as abnormally large eyes can get, Jongin thinks. It is the result of half-hearted, sloppy efforts to paste the photograph onto the sheet of paper with a bit too much of wet glue. Jongin remembers fumbling for his old, old bottle of glue and trying to squeeze sufficient amounts of the sticky substance just to paste a silly picture on the space provided.

For the second time that afternoon, Jongin snorts and looks around the tiny coffee shop lazily. Two waitresses are hanging by the cashier exchanging time presumably for the latest gossip in town, occasionally sending quick, shy glances his way before looking away. To add on to his misery, the centuries-old air-conditioner CONTINUES to whirr on noisily in the background, slaving its life away for Jongin to enjoy waiting for his patient to arrive so they can get on with the patient study.

He checks his watch. Two fifteen, his patient is fifteen minutes late. Okay, well, either that or Jongin is simply fifteen minutes earlier.

Two minutes later, DO KYUNGSOO is still staring at him from the thin stack of info sheet sprawled across the sticky table as if judging him for doing a terrific job pasting the picture on the designated space. KYUNGSOO looks a bit miffed, and Jongin cannot deny that he is feeling the same way too. It’s the summer holidays, he’s supposed to be going back to his hometown and rotting his life away in neuroanatomy and idiopathic diseases instead of trying his best to deal with annoying summer assignments like silly patient studies.

This must be karma announcing her return to screw him up for that one time he took Baekhyun’s assignment for unconsented editing purposes. That bloody cycle, always getting back at innocent people during unsuspecting times.

Do Kyungsoo, Jongin rolls the name on the tip of his tongue and enunciates every single syllable slowly and clearly in his head. He quite likes the sound of his patient’s name chiming in his head, like the quiet little bells above the doors one hears when the breeze blows past. For now, Do Kyungsoo is nothing but a blank sheet of paper in front of him with unfilled spaces and a set of questions printed below to help guide Jongin to conduct his interviews with his patient. He wonders what sort of person this Kyungsoo would be, impatient? Slow? A fucking rocket like how Chanyeol’s patient was just because the clumsy giant triggered a chain of unpleasant memories?

It’s all a big unknown for now, and unfortunately for the world Jongin is not up for playing detective today. He wouldn’t give half a golden ass even if KYUNGSOO is a no-show and bails out last minute. No, wait, on second thought Jongin will be pissed he didn’t walk all the way from campus to this secluded cafe in the sweltering heat just to get stood up by someone he hasn’t met before. It would be a Katrina Blow to his pride!

All in all, unless damages are done to shoot down his pride and dignity, Kim Jongin doesn’t give a poop.

At least, not yet.

But that was Jongin two seconds before Tiny Elf With Big Eyes shuffled up to his table, dragged the chair against the tiled floor and sat down across him, not even once breaking EYE CONTACT with him. Two seconds can change a lot of things, a lot of things can happen in two seconds, for a moment Jongin had been huffing and counting the number of stray strands he can catch among his overgrown fringe and the next he’s locked eyes with this boy that must be the subject of his patient study.