A story involving two men who never want to know what love is.. One whom afraid to be loved.. And one whom afraid to fall in love again.. What would happen when fate bring these two together?? What would their future held?? More important, are they...
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The next morning, Junmyeon was walking down the pavement with his shoulder slumped forward. Running all the way to his class this morning thinking that he was late just to be greeted with an empty classroom, he didn’t know if he should be happy that the class was cancelled or sad that he was ruining his image running like a mad person in the hallway. He stop in his track and let out a heavy sighed. He didn’t know why, but his heart feels so empty lately. Like his heart was no longer beating in his body. His usual game can’t satisfy him anymore. Suddenly, he feels like his life is so dull. Talking about memories, there’s not even one moment he cherished. It’s like the gallery in his mind is empty, not occupied by the beautiful photos.
He sighed again and turns to his left, walking toward the entrance of the café. Pushing open the door, sound of chimes can be heard follow by a friendly sound of welcoming, “Welcome to EXO-L café.” He walked toward the counter and scanned the menu, even though in the end he’ll order for the same drink again. “The usual?”, the waiter asked. He smile and give a slight nod. The waiter smile and softly yelled Junmyeon order, “A cup of Americano. That would be 4,100 won.” Junmyeon give out his money. As he wait for the waiter to give the changes, his eyes fall on a familiar figure, he tilted his head ‘Isn’t he that coffee guy?’. “Sir, your money.” He took the money along with his Americano. He strutted slowly toward that person and tapped softly on his table. That person look up from his book and stare at Junmyeon. Junmyeon smile as he certain it was really the guy that he crash into last time. “Hey, you remember me?”. That guy tilted his head to the right as he was observing Junmyeon. “Can’t remember me?”, Junmyeon asked. Tone filled with sadness. He looked down and decided to just sit at the other table. “You’re that laundry genius guy.”
Startled by the husky voice, he looked up and met with a cold pair of eyes. He blink, “You remember me?”. He exclaim happily. That guy nodded, “Of course, since you stain my favourite shirt.” Junmyeon pouted and sit on the chair opposite of him. “But it’s not entirely my fault. Beside, I’ve share some good info of how to get rid of the stain too.” He blinks cutely which make the guy to raise his left eyebrow in confusion. That guy shakes his head and went back to reading his book while Junmyeon sipping on his drink. Junmyeon clicked his tongue as he remembered something. He glanced at the coffee guy and bites his lips, wondering whether he should open his mouth or not. The guy sighed, “Just say anything you wanna say.”, without looking up from his book. Junmyeon grinned happily in returned. “I’m Kim Junymyeon. What’s your name?” “Wu Yifan”. Junmyeon mouth formed an ‘o’. “So, you’re Chinese?”. Yifan hummed and flip his book to the next page. Junmyeon glanced at the book and nodded his head in acknowledgement. “You like to read?”. Yifan hummed. Junmyeon sips on his drink before asking another question, “What’s your major?”. “Business”. Junmyeon mouth a ‘wow’. “Do you have any hobby?” Yifan hummed again. Junmyeon jutted his lips, “Why are you so boring?”. Yifan looked up from his book while shooting a deathly glare at Junmyeon, “And why are you so noisy?”. “Gotcha…” Junmyeon smirk while taking the book away from Yifan’s hands. Yifan rolled his eyes and show his palm, “Give it back, Junmyeon ssi.” Junmyeon hugged the book to his chest and huffed.
“Nu-uh. There’s a person sitting here with you, can you be more social. I’m boring here.” Yifan sighed and crossed his arms, giving up to Junmyeon behaviour. He leans back on his seat and stared at Junmyeon. “Don’t you have all of the girls to entertain you, Mr.Casanova?” Junmyeon tilt his head slightly as he raised both of his eyebrows. He was kind of surprised that this guy knew about his title. He thought Yifan was some kind of guy whom didn’t care about his surrounding. “You seem to know about me Yifan ssi.” Yifan caressed his temple, “It’s hard to avoid the news when they’re talking about you everywhere.” Junmyeon nodded. “Now, give me back my book.” Yifan said, more like order while showing his right palm. Junmyeon smirk and hugged the book tightly, “Nope. You see, I’m kind of bored lately. And the girls, I don’t know-they kind of didn’t give out the same vibe like before. Haaaaahhhh…can you share any activities that you like to do in your free time?” Crossing his arms again, Yifan close his eyes as he tried to stay calm. This is the first time someone didn’t care to listen to him. Moreover with Junmyeon interrupting his reading time, asking him some nonsense questions. “Don’t you have any friend to ask?” Junmyeon smile sadly as he think about Yixing and Jongdae, “I do. But I don’t want to disturb them with my question.” “And you think it’s okay to disturb me?” Junmyeon grin, “Well, you give off that vibe of a person who got all the answers to my questions.”
Yifan put out both of his hands, totally giving up with Junmyeon. The more he talks with Junmyeon, the severe headache he got. How come the girls fall for him when he is too annoying to handle? “Just go to the shopping mall. Have some lunch or dinner at there. Then went to the cinema to watch some movie or just walk around, buying some clothes. Now give me back my book. You’re wasting my time here.” Yifan answered make him pondering. Well, that’s a great idea though. But, he didn’t want to spend the whole day in the shopping mall, alone. He glanced at Yifan and wonder does he want to company him. “Are you free tomorrow Yifan ssi?”, Junmyeon softly whispered-hoping that Yifan will say yes. Yifan looks hesitant before muttered out, “No.” Junmyeon laughs softly, “That sound like you’re free. So come with me tomorrow. Keep me accompany will you.” He takes out his phone from his pocket, “What’s your number?” There is silent, Yifan takes deep breath to calm himself. “Why should I tell you?” Junmyeon shrugged, “So that I can text you or call you in case I can’t come tomorrow. So…” Yifan rub his forehead softly, damn it-too much headache. He took out his phone and dial on Junmyeon number. Junmyeon phone rings with an unknown number display on the screen. Yifan cuts off the call and put back his phone in his pocket. “That’s my number. My book, give it back.”
Junmyeon smirk and finish his drink. “Your book, I’ll take it with me. Incase you ditch me tomorrow.” He winks and stood up before walking away, out from the café. Yifan was left dumbfounded as Junmyeon left along with his book. Slamming his head on the table, he grunted while saying any curse that comes to his mind in the moment. It’s silent for a while before Yifan groaned, “That Americano definitely bring bad luck to me since that day.”
………………………………………………………… Love is lot like a backache. It doesn't show up on x-rays, but you know it was there. -Kim Junmyeon.
