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PEACHES | naeun & joon

Joon was gonna be late.

Again.

The wind was nice, but it kept on hitting him in the face. His nose getting cold in the summer’s weather. The soft material of his shoes seemed to burn right now under his feet. He was intent on not sweating, since when he sweats, he doesn’t stop.

It’s not that he woke up late or anything like that. He just kept on procrastinating. The door was too far away, his couch smelled too good… and just about any excuse he could fool himself with. He admitted, he wasn’t the best example. But be didn’t want to be, and he hoped Naeun didn’t mind.

Naeun was small. Naeun was cute. Naeun was a little sister Joon never had. She reminded him of childhood for she stood for everything innocent —- well in his eyes.

Joon eventually arrived at the Sweet Tooth. He saw Naeun sitting near the windows and felt bad for making her wait.

A deep sigh emitted from him.

He cleared his throat, combed his hair with his frail fingers and made way to the door.

The chimes moved and danced above him, alerting everyone in the room of someone entering. All eyes on him. He cleared his throat again and walked quickly to Naeun, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Sorry for being late, I had… door troubles.”

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Joon gulped. Very slowly. Very quietly. He felt like he was walking on needles and any word that came out his mouth was going to be used against him. So he just watched, with clueless eyes, just watching her.

He watched her tell him how he saw that little stunt he made and continued to watch her move across the toppings counter.

His heart beat rose when she spoke, not because she still meant something to him, but because he hadn’t heard it in so long and he had to admit, it rose back some memories.

He pulled his head away.

He felt nervous. And awkward. But more nervous.

He fiddled with the keys on the cash register, pretending that he had a use for it. He continued on like that for God knows how long, until a voice broke his trance. He abruptly looked him, a bit shocked, but he tried to keep calm. Keep cool.

He looked down at the green digital numbers shining at him “That’ll be four dollars and ninety-eight cent.” He handed her a spoon and her receipt after receiving the money.

“How have things been?” he asked, not sure if it was the right thing to ask. Words has never been his forte, never knowing what to say and how to say it, and this situation certainly didn’t make it any better.

*down memory lane— saem&joon.

He waved at her.

She was torn between waving back and just pretending she didn’t see him at all. Chewing at her bottom, she dumped the coffee in the trash and approached the shop. It was time to leave the past in the past and just move on, right? Right. She had to show him that she was over everything that happened. It was what she had wanted after all.

Walking into The Yogurt Factory, her heart plummeted into her stomach and tensed slightly. Words were lost to her, she didn’t know what to say to him. She didn’t know where to start.

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SKINNY LOVE | nana & joon

The hot coffee blew into his face, his nose just inches away from the cup and his tongue burnt by the burning liquid. Damn, he thought.  He threw his little red straw back into the cup, moved back and watched with weary eyes as it made a splash. Coffee droplets. Everywhere. Staining the stained. He did it again. Taking it out and throwing it back in, but watching with distaste every time the mess grew bigger. It dangled on the cup, trying, wanting --- needing to reach his fingers. He turned to look for some napkins but all he saw was the clock; ticking dramatically, magnifying until it was the only thing in focus.  Breathe, he reminded himself.  Move your feet, he reminded himself.  You're not by yourself, he reminded himself. The clock stood at quarter past nine, 10 minutes until his friend made came. 10 minutes he had left to himself. 10 minutes for his mouth to rest. But Joon never listened, not even to himself. He spent his those 10 minutes thinking about his friend and her face, her body, and her smile. 

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"Stupid controls." he grumbled. 

Curses flew around the room, for Joon has been defeated by the little kid in the game he was playing for the millionth time. He slid his phone back into his pockets and let his fingers danced to the counter, where the food lay, where all his troubles will go away.  His fingers made small steps. Slowly. Quietly. Gotcha. 

*down memory lane— saem&joon.

Bending the corners of the page, Saem closed the book she had been reading and let out a soft sigh. Bringing the small cup of coffee to her lips, she let her eyes wander as she took a few sips, hissing a tad when the liquid burned her tongue. It seemed to be one of those days, the uneventful kind that left her bored and even a bit annoyed. The brunette could only hope that it didn’t last all day; she’d lose her mind if it did.

After stuffing the book into her bag, she took hold of her coffee and got to her feet, feeling the unpleasant needles of numbness in her rear end. “Sit down for no more than twenty minutes and your butt falls asleep,” she grumbled under her breathe, disposing of her trash while on her way to the exit. Work wasn’t for another hour, it was a miracle she was this early. That was precious time that could’ve been spent in bed instead of being bored in a coffee shop.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she stopped in her tracks at the sight of The Yogurt Factory. Raising the cup of coffee to try and conceal the lower half of her face, she peered through the glass. Her heart skipped a beat and a large knot lodged itself in her throat when she saw him. Quickly, she turned around so that her back faced the shop, her head lowering almost in shame. Why was she letting him get to her like this? They broke up ages ago. He was nothing now—even if it hadn’t always been like that.

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