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Are they too fluffy though? ^^;;
These are stories that I've posted up on asianfanfics.com, where I write K-Pop fanfiction.
Please leave any comments telling me what you think ^^
And although criticism is welcomed, I don't really want much more than that haha ^^;;
It would be strange if she didn’t notice him. It would be even stranger to not know who he was. Sometimes when his newly dyed shiny hair peaked out from beneath his baseball cap and his face mask slipped a little too low, she wondered how even the few others in the store didn’t realise it was him. How did they not notice it when he hummed softly to himself while looking through the shelves? Or when he sat alone while eating ramyun on the high chairs facing the street like he was doing now?
It might be because he hardly ever seemed to come in proper hours. He came randomly, usually very late at night, and sat on the high chairs that faced the city lights. Or maybe it was because Choi Subin noticed things a lot of others could never imagine.
It was a rather popular convenience store she worked at but it was usually empty during particular hours. Positioned on top on a hill and overlooking the core of the city, the store, though privately owned, was a popular hangout for high school students and other youths with its internet access and Subin’s amazing ways with coffee.
For Subin, it was a little far from her place so she didn’t have to worry about meeting anyone she knew. It was not that she minded seeing people, but simply because there wasn’t anything she could say to them when they attempted conversation.
Though she talked very little and seemed rather reserved, Subin had plans bigger than anyone else her age. Ever since she could remember, Subin always wanted to travel. She wanted to go to India, Mexico and Spain. She wanted to visit China and Japan but all those could wait until later.
Right now she wanted to put education on hold go travel her own country. To see the little details she never could notice before. The way the sweat dripped off a hardworking farmer. The hidden beauty of Jejudo that wasn’t what tourists saw. Secret temples, little villages, the street food that varied from province to province, Subin wanted to experience it all!
From when she graduated high school, she had worked at the convenience store while studying part time to earn money for her adventures. Because her house was situated at the bottom of the hill, it didn’t matter to her when she left for home as she usually was the one who closed the shop.
Her parents were well off but though she was a part of an upper middle class family, she was still expected to earn and work for herself since she became of age. Subin didn’t mind working at the convenience store; it gave her a lot of exposure to the many different people that visited while on their way to and from the famous lookout point higher up the cliff. She also noticed more about different kinds of people and noted to herself where they were from so she could keep in mind to visit those places later.
And there she stood behind the isle of magazines with a travel guide for Korea. With a sigh and smile, she put down the book and looked up over the shelf to see Yoseob’s back shuddering slightly.
Subin bit her bottom lip gently, deep in thought. He wouldn’t want her to disturb him but Subin wanted to help him.
It was the same every time. He came to get rid of the stress that he seemed to have built up or to have the only peaceful time he could get. It would explain why he could only come at times like this, Subin thought looking at the store clock that read one thirty-three. Even he probably doesn’t have any schedules in this kind of odd hour. Subin sighed. This was the latest he had ever stayed before; there must have been something bothering him.
Pushing away her hesitation, pride and fear of being rejected, Subin walked over and sat next to him on the stool after turning off the lights on their half of the store. Yoseob attempted to full his face mask on when he realised that he couldn’t see anything other than the table they were leaning against in the darkness.
“We closed more than an hour ago,” she said softly, pushing away his empty ramyun cup and sliding a large hot chocolate in front of him before cradling her own in her hands.
Yoseob bowed his head slightly in a sign of appreciation before voicing out his thoughts when he remembered that she couldn’t see him in the dark.
“Thank you.”
They didn’t say much for a while, and instead enjoyed their rather hot drink while basking in the light from the street lamp that penetrated the glass. Though neither minded the silence, Yoseob finally asked the question that made him burst with curiosity…
“Why’d you turn the lights off?”
“In case,” Subin began. She blew quietly and took a sip before answering. “The manager or someone comes in even though the place is closed. You don’t want to be found out, right Yoseob ssi?”
Though Subin couldn’t see his face, she smiled knowing his eyes must have been slightly wider with shock. Yoseob did exactly that before catching himself and replying cleverly himself.
“That’s right Subin ah, I wouldn’t like that at all,” Yoseob smiled.
It was quiet for a moment before their quiet laughter filled the empty store, echoing ever-so-slightly.
There wasn’t any uneasiness between the two; it was almost as if they had known each other for quite a while. As the thought struck Subin, she couldn’t help smile inwardly. Technically, they have known each other for a long time.
“How old are you?” Yoseob’s sweet voice broke through her day dreams, bringing her back to the high chair and table her elbows were leaning on. It had been a few weeks from the time they first talked. They had only met a few times in that period due to Yoseob’s increasingly busy schedule but they had found in each other a sort of haven; they escaped to each other to forget about the troubles of their real worlds.
“Twenty,” she replied, suddenly conscious. She felt as though she had been caught out.
“Twenty-three.” Yoseob stated his own age, unaware if his partner knew it correctly or not.
They drifted away into their own world once again, both resuming the thoughts they were having before Yoseob’s question.
Subin looked at the other, who now laid with his head resting in his crossed hands on the bench they both leaned against, and lay down to mimic his actions. With the light of streetlamp bathing over them, Subin could see the man clearly. His now blonde hair glistened and Subin could almost see the flowers and sparkles floating around him like a handsome actor did in dramas.
Before she knew it, her hand instinctively reached out slowly to touch his soft-looking hair before she caught herself and unwillingly pulled her hand back unhurriedly. It was strange that she had done that. Subin couldn’t remember any physical contact with the idol other than the one time his hand accidentally grazed against a millimetre of hers when she passed him a coffee.
With a silent sigh, she closed her eyes and attempted to rid herself of any thoughts. However it was all in vain when she felt Yoseob sit up straight five or so minutes later and knew his angelic face hidden in darkness once more.
“I don’t think we’ll see each other anytime soon again.” His words pierced through the still air, making it tense and unbearable all of a sudden; all the comfort and security of before vanished in a flash.
Soundlessly, Subin exhaled ever-so-slowly as she sat up at almost the same rate as she sighed. She didn’t say anything but simply looked at the one who had spoken just before, waiting for him to speak again. It wasn’t any reply until ten minutes later.
“Aren’t you going to ask why?” Yoseob chuckled drily. Subin still said nothing, waiting and waiting. Taking her silence as curiosity, he hesitantly continued.
“I’m going on a world tour,” he said, still awaiting a reaction other than silence.
To Yoseob, Subin had become a companion. She was there when no one else was, not because they didn’t want to but because they couldn’t.
Yoseob wasn’t the type to voice out his emotions mainly because he could feel really confused about what exactly he felt like. Sometimes there was this euphoria that filled him like ecstasy and others times there was a boulder on his shoulders, dragging him down with every step he took. But Subin made him happy.
In the ever-changing world around him, he found happiness in the Subin that was always there, always the same and always smiling gently, secretly, and just for him. There was this aura around her that made her likeable, though she wasn’t exactly what one would call amiable. It was a kind of feel that radiated sweetness, kindness and benevolence.
But it was very strange that Yoseob would think this way of her, was it not? Subin talked very little unless you knew her well, so Yoseob’s opinion of her were different to those of others. Unknowingly they had opened up to each other, finding a special place in themselves for the other.
Still no response.
Yoseob was about to repeat his statement about his expedition around the world, thinking she didn’t hear him, when he heard a small ‘oh’ in the voice of Subin.
“I’m jealous,” she said, making the other smile on the inside.
“Yah, what are you talking about? It’s fun to see all the fans but do you have any idea the flights and travel are? And I won’t be able to adjust to the different food so easily! You’re lucky to be able to eat Korean food here,” he complained jokingly, to which Subin laughed quietly.
It was silent once again when Yoseob had to leave.
Subin didn’t stay at the shop after 12:30 after that day. Every day after that, Subin closed the shop on time and rode her bike down the small hill illuminated by the glowing streetlamps.
CLANG!
For Subin it was another ordinary day at work, with a few differences. She had started working full-time at the convenience store since the vacations started a month ago. With a sigh she jumped off from the stool and went over carefully to the clumsy man in the isle at the back of the shop. Though it was just a plain old day for Subin, clearly this man was having an off day.
It had been two months since I’ve talked to him, Subin thought as she walked past the tables and chairs in one corner. She sighed and paused for a second in front of the bench against the wall that looked over the city. She pushed a high chair under the bench and out of the way before continuing to the back of the store.
Subin kneeled down on the floor and quietly started to pick up the cans that had rolled away from their pyramid arrangement that she spent her early morning hours on creating. Subin knew it was around 8:30 now, since the last of the straggling school students had left, she silently chuckled drily. They hadn’t lasted for more than an hour or two.
“Did you wait for me?”
Her hand burned when it brushed against another’s when they both attempted to pick up the same can. This feeling…
She had felt it before. Once. But even that one time meant something more to her than a simple graze of fingers. She looked up hesitantly, almost as if she was scared to not find him there, into the eyes of a doe-eyed boy who crouched with one knee on the ground next to her.
“Annyeong Subinnie,” he smiled, his eyes glistening.
Subin found herself mesmerised by him as she let out and showed him a smile too.
“Hello o-oppa.”
It was quiet as their empty laughs finished echoing throughout the store. Smiles were starting to fade. The time for him to leave was coming closer and closer.
With a final sigh, Yoseob placed his hands on the bench and pushed himself off the chair while Subin did the same.
They stood facing each other, not seeing just how close they actually stood through the darkness.
“Subin ah,” Yoseob whispered, his usually strong voice sounding vulnerable in the quiet tone.
“Yeah?” Subin whispered too, afraid of violating the moment by speaking any louder. Yoseob took a small step forward and that was all it took for them to be able to see each other clearly even through the dark. Subin peered into his pleading eyes curiously. They were an inch apart, face-to face. Well, face-to-chest.
“Wait for me please,” he said with a begging manner, his voice still a whisper. “Will you wait for oppa?”
“O-Oppa?” Subin stuttered quietly, the word foreign to her lips. She hadn’t ever called anyone who wasn’t her relative oppa before.
Subin froze not knowing what to do when Yoseob leaned down and whispered almost inaudibly into her ear ‘please wait for oppa’ before placing his lips of her cheek. They lingered there for a moment or two before he unwillingly stood up straight gently.
“O-Okay,” Subin said quietly, looking down at her feet while she held her hands behind her back, wringing them in an attempt to get rid of the butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Yoseob smiled shyly, before ruffling her hair and leaving.
