'So beautiful'

'Huh?'

'Today the moon is beautiful. Right now the atmosphere is good too, don't you think?'

'Every day is beautiful, the moon is beautiful, but it's not the same beauty.'

'We just didn't pay enough attention to it.'

Hello, meet the first fleeting one-shot in Dek Dee and Chip Couple where Wright is embarrassed by the younger man's eyes looking at the older man.

But first ask why it was so fleeting. That is, we listened to the background music for this story and vaguely thought of the plot. Plus, there was something unknown that inspired us to use this pair to compose it. So this short-lived fic was born. Haha.

If we write this story poorly in terms of the language used in the narration or the pacing of the story, We apologize. Especially about the story. Because we wrote it out, the story is quite long. Sometimes it seems like you can only get water. Now I'm trying to solve it. But it's more like someone who complains or raves about something on Twitter (...) You can criticize through the comments.

And if you come and look at this story and feel like it doesn't feel right to you or feel like, hey, that's not right, we won't say anything. I won't push you to read other stories either. Just don't scold. That's enough. But thank you for coming to take a look. :)

tank you for theme!

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author : iwrite_

pairing : kim jongin x do kyungsoo (kaisoo)

rate : pg-13

It was another day when Kim Jong-in walked back to the condo with a brown envelope as the sky slowly cleared. Slowly changing colors

Jongin didn't forget to greet the public relations staff with a smile that didn't come from his heart like he did every day. Once inside the condo, his eyes focused on the elevator where the door was about to close. Luckily, there was someone. Inside, he kindly pressed the button to open the elevator door wider, allowing him to enter a small square room.

Able to carry people up and down each floor of a building with another person living with them at this time.

Another life where he was a man like Jongin but was smaller than him. Short black hair, black framed eyeglasses and casual attire. His personality made Jongin want to try approaching him for a bit. (Even though we didn't know each other before) with the feeling that

I don't know what attracts me because this person doesn't have anything that catches my eye.

But my feelings told me that I had to approach him.

Jongin stood staring at the slender figure for so long that he forgot that his destination was on the fourteenth floor, the floor he currently resided on. Until the person he was staring at turned around and asked, “Excuse me, which floor are you going to go up to?” The voice of the other party asked, causing Jongin to regain his composure. The person being called was slightly startled before replying. In a slightly awkward manner, he said to press the number fourteen.

“This is almost the fourteenth floor, sir…”

“I'm Jongin,” the owner of the name replied rather curtly. But the tone of the other person's nervous tone made the person speaking his name silent for a moment. “Ah, Kim Jongin, I'm sorry I answered you so curtly.”

“It's okay. So, you live here?”

“Yes, and you—”

“Ah, you've reached the fourteenth floor.”

The shiny surface of the elevator door slowly opened and the number 14 sign was displayed prominently above Jongin's head. He hurriedly walked out of the elevator, forgetting to ask the other person with whom he had just been talking. and forgot the brown envelope he used to apply for a job in there. Before Jongin could ask the elevator mate about his name and the brown envelope, the elevator door closed.

Moreover, the number of floors was also increasing.

But being able to talk with that person for such a limited time was considered a small feat for Jongin. One story has gone today.

room number 114 was waiting for him to go in and collect his things and then come out within a few minutes to demand the sugar packet. Jongin could only hope that the man wouldn't use the packet to do something that would cause a ruckus. Until the conclusion turned out that he was a wanted criminal.

There was no way the tall voice in his head could argue with another crazy idea. If it were a shout, it would probably be louder than the fans chanting fan chants at the same time. with idols performing on stage Or maybe even louder...

What a young man 22 years old like Kim Jongin is thinking. He made him think of a movie he had seen where the heroine had to catch a criminal and met the hero, a mathematics teacher, on a train that was about to travel to Venice. He remembered the name of this story. cannot

But I only remember Johnny. Depp plays the hero in that story.

The tall figure walked to his left, holding the room keycard he just took from his wallet when he walked almost to the end of the small intersection. He stopped walking and used the keycard to insert it into the slot to unlock the room. The other hand, which was not empty like every day (because of the envelope that had been dropped unknowingly), was used to hold the long handle of the completely black doorknob and use force to push the wooden door into the room that had a unique smell. Minimalist decoration style, a room with a unique body odor of the owner of the room, such as Kim Jongin living alone.

The owner of the room carefully locked the door to his room, took off the shoes that had been stepped on when he entered the room, sat down on the floor to arrange the shoes properly, then put them back in place as he put on his usual pair of white slippers. before walking to sit at the desk by the window

The young man often comes to sit at his desk by the window, which is where he likes to sit and look at the scenery outside the window and think about things as if he were by himself. I just want to be with myself every day, even if it's time to sleep or it's already past bedtime. No matter what, he would come here unless he wasn't in this room. Sometimes Jongin would do this until he fell asleep without realizing it.

Jongin sat and stared at the clouds in the sky that had changed color to light orange and some pink. which contrasts well If you were to sit and sip a drink on the rooftop of this condo to find a corner. Find light to take beautiful photos, watch the sunset and the beautiful evening sky in exchange for life time or doing his daily routine, he is willing to trade it.

But what I wanted to have in Jongin's life plan was that well-built young man who rode the elevator together.

Even though we didn't know each other before, it felt like we had met once or twice. When we tried to talk for less than a minute, the soft, deep voice of a person whose name we didn't know caught our ears. It was easy and it made Jongin want to get to know that person even more.

His soft, deep voice was easily catchy and his simple way of speaking made Jongin feel special. The slender, bespectacled young man who was his elevator mate today and the first person he wanted to Starting to get to know each other with feelings that cannot be described in writing or even spoken. It's not like when being interviewed for a job at any place. It's different from when I was in school, where I experienced performing on stage at a school event for the first time in my life. It was nothing close to the feeling of meeting an idol or artist that I admired or liked within sight. The face is clear for a moment.

Or will it be the feeling that other people have told him in spoken language that when they saw it for the first time they instantly sparked?

“No, it shouldn't be,” he said to himself softly, humming, then slammed his head down on the table that had been neatly kept until almost the entire table was clear, which used to be more cluttered, “Maybe...”

He spoke in a muffled voice and changed from slouching on the table to sitting with his head tilted on the table, releasing both arms from the table until his fingers could almost touch the floor. Someone who was quite popular when he was in high school like Kim Jongin, right? He may have never experienced love before. He has had a girlfriend. But we've broken up.

Jongin changed his sitting position once more, arranging his chair and posture well before putting his hands on his arms and looking out the window. “I hope we can meet again.”

Jongin said absentmindedly as the window revealed a view of the surrounding condo and a reflection of his face smiling without his knowing. But then that smile was cut short by a mistake that Jongin just realized. He stood up from his wooden chair with a slightly panicked expression on his face. Still, it was a good thing that he didn't forget to take the key card with him. The tall figure slipped the slipper behind him before stepping out to the shoe stand, which had only been arranged in the floor in its original form nearly ten years ago. Minutes ago, its owner stepped on its heel because of its haste.

It's not worth sitting around for long. Will we meet that person or not?

He managed to lock the room with his keycard before rushing towards the same elevator where he had forgotten the sugar packet. But instead, Jongin pressed the button with the arrow pointing down, indicating that when he pressed this button, the elevator would go down. ground floor And then asked the public relations department about the brown envelope. The young man instead pressed the arrow pointing up.

He pressed it blindly, his eyes looking at it as if he knew something.

Realizing that it was rather unfortunate that the elevator door had just opened and there was no one else around Jongin, not even one or two people in the elevator. Jongin decided to step into the small square room, his hand pressing on the floor he was on. The highest or rooftop of the condo.

Within moments, the elevator door opened and Kim Jongin's anxiety filled his heart with a brown envelope for submitting his job application. A tall, slender figure stepped out of the elevator on the rooftop of the condo. There was nothing special on the rooftop where he liked to come in the evenings like every day except for the orange sky mixed with blues and the faint purples and pinks.

The sun is setting over the horizon. Dark clouds moving along with the gentle wind. large water tank The clean white balcony fence looked like it had just been built by another person. That's when he turned his head from the balcony and looked at Jongin.

“Oh, it's you.” The soft, deep voice of the well-heeled young man who had talked in the elevator said in a calm, slightly surprised tone, but in his hand he held nothing but a medium-sized cream-colored cloth bag. And there were no glasses on his face, which made Jongin even more nervous than when they talked in the elevator. A well-rounded figure walked up to Jongin with a neutral expression and strangely fierce looks in his eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like…” Jongin asked, his voice shaking a little, causing the other man to bow slightly to him.

“Ah, I'm sorry, when I'm with people I'm not familiar with, it's like this. So is there something wrong?”

"I'm going to ask about..."

“If you're asking me about the brown envelope, I've already put it in the public relations department.” Jongin was speechless when he spoke. But the smaller person looked into his eyes as if he had thought of something and spoke instead of what he was trying to convey. When Jongin realized this, he bowed to him with a very stupid expression. Until I almost fell down, "Thank you."

“I think you'd better ask the public relations person and…” The well-built owner swallowed hard before continuing. "Nice to meet you again, Mr. Jongin. I'm Do. Er, I mean, it's better to be called Mr. Do."

“Oh, um, Mr. Do, goodbye for now.” Jongin didn't forget to bow to the person he just called Mr. Do before turning back to the small square room that covered the elevator. Pressed the button to get off from the rooftop with a smile that couldn't be contained anymore. Meanwhile, Mr. Do, who was still standing, smiled faintly. The taller man's gaze was gentle, only the color of the sky that had changed until it became darker was the only witness and recognition of his smile in his eyes.

Heart-shaped lips slightly open It was as if he was about to speak when the elevator door opened and Jongin stepped inside. He pressed the floor to choose and closed the elevator door, not even thinking about the actions he had just seen in the eyes of Mr. Do. Lift it to Jade. As the automatic door made of aluminum closed with the push button, the owner's lips parted and he spoke softly.

“I hope you found the envelope.”

Two weeks later Jongin returned to the condo in the afternoon with his cream-colored cloth bag with the brown edges peeking out. Long-legged walked in with a deep, indifferent expression on his face. No one knows what he's feeling. Today, he didn't have a job again as usual, but with his demeanor as if he could come to terms with this kind of thing, no one thought to ask anything.

And today he met with Mr. Do, who he hadn't seen again after Jongin received the brown envelope back at the public relations office, which made Jongin's deep frustration disappear completely. “Hello, Mr. Do,” Jongin greets the well-heeled man standing near the elevator while fiddling with his phone.

“Yes, Mr. Jongin,” Mr. Do gave the taller man a small smile and a friendly look through the lenses of his beautiful, round black eyes. “Why did you come back so quickly today?”

Jongin raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. Even though his heart began to beat rapidly along with his increased awareness of his surroundings, he opened his mouth to ask, “Hmm, did Mr. Do notice me?”

The tall young man could only hear a soft, deep laugh from the other person's throat. That was the way of introducing the person he had just met yesterday evening, almost twilight.

“Well, I just moved into this condo a few days ago and I don't know many people yet. Second day here I'm going out to run errands in the evening. And then saw the public relations staff greeting you. The next day I saw you again…” Mr. Do was silent for a moment. “But it seems like we walked past each other near the entrance to the condo because at that time I had to rush to run errands.

and then walked over and bumped into you.”

“Ah, I understand.” Jongin, who listened intently to the end of the story, nodded in acknowledgment. “No wonder, when I saw you yesterday, the face felt familiar.”

They both stood there in silence. Jongin's eyes looked past the smaller man towards the elevator door, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. The slender figure in front of him stood still, watching. With an unpredictable look through the lenses of the black framed glasses that he was wearing, until a moment passed, you raised your hand to gently rub your stomach.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Jongin. But I'd like to go have lunch first. Now I'm hungry—”

“I haven't had lunch yet. Would you mind joining me?”

The events since Jongin's invitation had passed with the number of seconds changing without going back, like dozens of scenes, like the filming of a short story. Before realizing it, we had arrived at a small alley.

This alley had a number of people coming in and out that could be counted on one's fingers, plus most of them seemed to be around the same age as Jongin. A taller person led the people being led into the alley, even though the other person was suspicious. Why did someone he just met yesterday evening invite him to a place like this and why did he agree to go with him?

But before Mr. Do could ask, Jongin turned and gave a slight nod to the other person, indicating that he should try following, causing the bespectacled young man to helplessly walk in and keep his doubts in his heart to ask the taller person. who has gone far ahead

After stepping in for a moment, the number of people began to be slightly larger than before. Some people when they saw Jongin and Mr. Do gathered together to talk. Some people who walked across the couple smiled with kind and friendly eyes. There were times when Jongin would greet some people with intimacy, and that was something that... The well-rounded body felt relieved, but he couldn't tell. At the same time, on both sides of the road, from the moment the pair had stepped in, there were shops full of shops. If we were to describe this place in English, it would be like walking in Diagon Alley.

Mr. Do thanked another person who was walking next to him. He came with a cream-colored cloth bag on his sturdy shoulders, which was concealed by a suit and white shirt. “Thank you for feeding me, Mr. Jongin, I am considerate of you as well…”

But the person whose name was called turned their attention to their destination. Before the handsome, bespectacled young man could call out to them, he was already being dragged into the bakery in front of the pair.

When a tall and well-built young man entered a bakery that had no customers yet, the layout and preparations looked as if the shop had just opened, but the inside of the shop was filled with the smell of hot bread. Mixed with the smell of the deodorant and the smell of the air conditioner, these three things are probably one of the unique characteristics of the shop located in a small alley.

Here, Mr. Do quietly looked at the various menus available in the restaurant. Jongin was walking around holding a clamp on a tray, looking for the snack he wanted.

"Khun Do, do you want anything? I'll buy it for you."

"It's not better, I'm afraid."

"It's okay, Mr. Do."

“I think I'd rather treat you to lunch, Mr. Jongin.”

"I raised you with all my heart. Maybe we'll become very close in the future."

"Maybe it's like you said, but I'm really considerate...Ah, let's do it now. I'm sorry."

Mr. Do carefully grabbed the tray from Jongin's hand and walked over to pick up a large package of buttercakes in the dessert display cabinet near the store's entrance before returning to the same spot as the owner of the cream-colored cloth bag. Standing as if frozen for a moment, the other party had to poke him to regain his senses.

“Mr. Jongin, do you want anything so I can pay?” The person wearing glasses looked at the person whose name he had just called through the lenses of his glasses and spoke in a soft, deep voice, just like when the two first met.

Jongin locked eyes with the smaller man for a moment, his eyes slightly drifting, his heart beating faster. He swallowed automatically. His lips parted and he said, “Ah, I can do it like you. What do they call it...Butterbeer, right?”

“Yes, butterbeer... Wait a minute, Mr. Jongin, this is buttercake.” Mr. Do accidentally said the name of the large package of snacks on the tray as the name of a drink, but in the other party's inattention, it was a good call to Kim's mind. Jongin heard the name of the drink in a short while. So he asked the other person with a sentence that even the rap part of a Thai song had to be so close to the left that Mr. Do had to warn the interlocutor, who was more distracted than before, to calm down.

“I think you'd better go wait in front of the store. Take it easy. We'll talk later. Ah... Mr. Jongin, I'll go pay for the buttercake first.”

After being busy in the bakery for a while, the two young men walked out of the alley where Jongin had brought Mr. Do. What changed was that it was late afternoon. Jongin's expression was relaxed. It's completely different from the stupid behavior of a person in a bakery, with Mr. Do starting to talk a little more intimately with the owner of the cream-colored cloth bag.

“I really want to read Harry's Order of the Phoenix book, but I haven't had a chance to read it yet,” Jongin said in an excited tone, walking with his head down and looking at the floor instead of his interlocutor.

“Oh, why?” Mr. Do asked out of curiosity. He turned to face Jongin, who for a moment walked with his head bowed.

“Well, I started reading Harry Potter when I was in the tenth grade. Starting from watching the movie from the first part to the last, I read the first book until the end of the fourth book. I always rely on the school library for books.” Jongin raised his head from the floor and looked at the smaller man. “During that time, I slept very late and was very attached to this universe.

My parents said that if I didn't sleep in class that semester they would buy me a set of books because they knew I liked them, but I ended up falling asleep in math class one day. Turns out my parents hadn't bought any Harry books for me since then, so I started not staying up late at all.”

"That's good. Sleeping late often is not good for your health."

“Haha, when I look back at myself at that time, I almost exclaim what the hell was wrong with you.”

“Mr. Jongin, I think I should have a Harry Potter series. Potter was also in the room. Would you like to borrow it to read? There's no deadline for returning it."

The taller man looked at the man wearing glasses with hope in his eyes. Those eyes sent a look of agreement from the smaller man, like someone who was very happy.

“Then you can contact me at this number. You can add me via Line. I'd like some time to find that book first. And if I find it Let's meet at the public relations downstairs.” Mr. Do handed his phone to Jongin. A phone number appeared on the screen and the other party quickly pulled out a rectangular communicator from his pocket and typed in a number to add a contact.

After that, the two of them walked and talked as usual until they reached the entrance of the condominium they were living in, but continued to talk more intimately when Mr. Do got on the elevator with Jongin and reached the floor he was on so he walked. leaves, but Jongin keeps the elevator door open and accidentally lets go of the button when he asks the bespectacled person standing outside.

“Are you on the twelfth floor?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, one of my friends is on this floor as well— oh.”

The elevator doors closed automatically inside the rectangular box carrying people up and down the building. Jongin's expression was not frantic at all.

Upon reaching the fourteenth floor, Jongin walked towards his room with a happier face than every day. He smiled widely like a crazy person, not paying attention to the CCTV cameras that had been installed. The tall figure walked aimlessly until he almost walked past his room. When he regained consciousness, he used the key card to open the room. Do various daily activities, ending with adding Line with the phone number you just got in the afternoon.

“Is this number right?” Jongin said to himself. He dialed in all of Mr. Do's phone numbers and started searching. The Line name that was connected to the owner of the number just now appeared in no time. Jongin pressed add friend and immediately entered the chat room. But Jongin debated for a long time before sending the message 'Hello'.

Boldly deleting the whole glass and sending another message.

“Have you read what I sent you yet, Mr. Do? No, Mr. Kyungsoo…” Upon sending it, the tall man let out a sigh of relief, as if he had just run a marathon around the stadium twice before collapsing. He fell onto the bed and fell asleep afterwards.

On Kyungsoo's side or Mr. Do's side, who is searching for things in the room while on FaceTime with a close junior. At this moment, the person on the laptop screen that had been left open and was looking at the room owner who seemed to have been ignored by Kyungsoo spoke up.

[Are you looking for something?]

"Books. I suddenly wanted to read Harry Potter."

[Really? I thought I gave it to someone to read.]

“Crazy, no.”

[I saw the man who went out with you at noon today.]

“Huh? And what does this have to do with you?”

[He is a friend from high school. He's in the same class as me, and his name is Kim Jongin. On the fourteenth floor]

“…” Kyungsoo stopped looking for a book for a moment. He realized that before leaving the elevator, Jongin had said that he had a friend on the same floor as him.

The world is really round. Rounder than the earth is the relationship of the people who stay in this apartment.

[Jongin doesn't usually invite people out, eh? Or is he interested in you?]

“Hey, what are you thinking about, Sehun?”

[Maybe, brother, anything can happen. Jongin looks like one of the idols I like. Don't you care?] The owner of the name said, wagging his eyebrows at his close older brother.

Kyungsoo argued, “Even though we have the same name, are we different people?”

The man named Sehun laughed and laughed. Another voice on the line chided him, 'Don't tease him like that.'

[Sorry, don't you have anything else? I'm busy now.]

"No, and...later I won't call to find out when you're with your girlfriend like that."

Kyungsoo walked away from the white bookshelf in his small room and walked over to his desk to hang up the phone from Sehun, who called for his girlfriend to come sit next to him and wrap his arms around his shoulder.

[Just kiss each other on the cheek. Later, I will definitely invite Junmyeon hyung to video call together again.]

“When are you going to show off that you have a boyfriend?”

[Hmm. I can smell the scent of jealousy from the screen. Well, I don't have a boyfriend in person—]

Do Kyungsoo sighed heavily as the laptop screen appeared on the main screen and he returned to the books on the white shelf. Until I found the Harry Potter book set after half an hour. He used his arm to brush his hair up before slowly. He carefully picked up the thickest book out of the seven volumes in the box, thinking of Jongin's reaction when he saw the book.

Kyungsoo's imagination had a normal bear-like face combined with his height when he hadn't seen the book, and his smiling face and joyful voice when he saw the book. It was the next image he remembered clearly without any reason. He smiled slightly before putting the box back in its place. His other arm hugged a thick book tightly and he searched for the phone that had been left on the bed to call Jongin.

“Oh, you've already added Line...?” The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise but then realized that he had just given his phone number. Kyungsoo clicked to read Jongin's message and typed a reply with the same words that the Line admin sent. He continued by saying that he had found the book and that he would go out and see it in a while.

jongin <

hello... ) 04.12

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I'm Jongin myself.) 04.12

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Ah, yes >

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I've found the book. I'll be out for a while. >

Jongin was asleep on the bed with the blankets folded neatly. Even his phone vibrating next to him from the sound of message notifications didn't help him wake up until it was 18:30 when the alarm sounded on Jongin's phone. that was opened to the limit, causing the owner of that phone to wake up immediately during that time

He remembered that he had a meeting with Kyungsoo this evening. So he hurriedly got up from the bed, grabbed the phone that kept making alarm sounds and turned it off, revealing that there were two calls from the person he had arranged to call. I turned off the lock screen and stuffed it in my pocket.

Twenty-two-year-old Kim Jongin ran into the bathroom to wash his face and eyes until his shirt collar was soaked with water. He picked up a towel hanging nearby and roughly wiped his face, putting on sandals. Take out your keycard and open the door and lock your room in less than a minute. and ran from the room to the elevator before Jongin could reach the boarding sign. A phone call came to him.

“Who else!?” The young man cursed as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. When he saw that it was Kyungsoo's number, he immediately picked up the phone.

“Yes, hello, Mr. Kyungsoo.”

[Ah, did you read my name from my Line?]

“Yes, sorry for coming late. I slept quite a bit.”

[Haha, it's okay. You just don't have to go downstairs.]

"Oh, why? I saw you said you found the book."

[...Let's meet on the rooftop. I'm waiting]

Almost a month later, Jongin barely saw Kyungsoo more than once. He usually spent his time watching the sunset on the rooftop of his condo with another person who was now becoming closer, and today was the perfect time for Jongin to read Harry. Potter and the Order of the Phoenix finished the entire book, so the young man decided to meet with Kyungsoo on the rooftop this evening to return the book and borrow the next one, but the owner of the book was busy. By the time he returned, it was midnight. It turned out that Jongin couldn't sleep that night even though he hadn't drank a single sip of coffee today.

A person who looked no different from a bear was lying flat on a soft bed. He was now wearing only a pair of pajama pants. His head turned to his left, where the desk in the room was. The desk where he used to remember Kyungsoo on the first day they met, the desk where he kept the book he borrowed from Kyungsoo out of the way. Always look at your own eyes from the moment you open it and read it from the beginning to the end.

What time is it now?

Jongin thought as he grabbed the pillow and hugged him until the mattress that was once taut and smooth was crumpled, and the edges of the blanket were starting to become uneven like they had been folded. But he didn't take his eyes off the book for an instant before letting go of the pillow. sit up in bed Look around in the bedroom until I saw a clock with the second hand moving forward and never turning back, telling me that it was now fifteen minutes past midnight.

The first thing that came to mind when Jongin had started the day, fifteen to almost sixteen minutes ago, was that Kyungsoo had probably returned from running an errand that he had said he had done late yesterday afternoon.

“Then why must we think of Mr. Kyungsoo in the first place...”

The topless man seemed very restless on the bed and sat up. Anxious expression Submerged in self-reflection about his feelings for Kyungsoo, what has happened over the past month and how much have he been shaken by everything?

Both the way Kyungsoo was invited by Jongin to go for a walk or go to many places, which Jongin only does this with people who want to be close enough to trust him or his girlfriend. The fact that he's with Kyungsoo every evening is like That every day problems never arise or are comfortable living with. Will it be the same feeling that I thought it would be when I was sitting blankly at the desk in the room... which is the language of when we met for the first time and we were sparkling.

But within a month of wanting to move the relationship up a notch?

Isn't it too early? The previous person hadn't actually started dating and ended it less than a month ago.

If he says he doesn't feel anything for me, I think of it and I feel a strange pain in my heart. You have to practice heartbreak too, right?

If the results really come out like that, will it hurt or not? I don't know. I just know that I need more or less time to heal my heart.

But at least we've told him already...

...Let's do it.

Don't wait, the owner of the room no. 114 grabbed the gray t-shirt that was draped over the wooden chair and put it on. Then he picked up the phone and key card on the bed and a thick book on the desk with one hand. Before tucking the communication device into his left armpit, he walked towards the front door of his room. Wear sandals

Take out the keycard and open the room door. After locking the door, hold the keycard in one hand. Be careful not to let the book in your other hand be as damaged as possible.

Jongin quickly ran towards the elevator. He pressed the up symbol as he wished. In less than half a minute the elevator doors opened wide. The young man immediately walked in and used the hand holding the room keycard to press the floor that would go up to the door closing button.

He stood and breathed in a rectangular room filled with people going up and down from the building for nearly two minutes until the aluminum doors opened automatically to reveal the rooftop at night. Light yellow wires are wrapped around the water tank and balcony. The dark clouds moved in the wind and the full moon shone brightly. And one person sat with his arms outstretched on a mat with a bottle of champagne and a phone.

A tall figure walked quickly out of the elevator, one hand gripping the spine of a book tightly. He kept walking forward. Until the person sitting turned around with a glass of champagne in hand.

Jongin said with a stunned expression. “Miss Kyungsoo…”

“Do you want to drink?” Big eyes stared at Jongin as if he wanted an immediate answer. Kyungsoo wasn't wearing his glasses like usual these days, his eyebrows furrowed together. Heart-shaped lips spread into a wide smile. White cheeks change color to a faint pink. Neck tilted to the right

The person who was invited to drink alcohol turned out to be upset, causing the person who invited him to sit and tilt his head. He took off his shoes on the edge of the mat and sat down next to Kyungsoo, the arm holding the phone open. The device fell onto the hand holding the keycard as he placed it near him. The hand that held the book all the way extended forward.

"I mean...I brought the book back."

“Oh, thank you.” The wide-eyed man placed the champagne glass next to the drink bottle before accepting the thick book and placing it next to him, then grabbed the champagne glass and took a sip before speaking. “How did you know I would be here tonight?”

Jongin gulped loudly. He couldn't answer this question and couldn't take his eyes off the person who was currently sipping from the champagne glass. It was as if there was a spell not to look away, especially the big, beautiful, round black eyes on Do Kyungsoo's face, which was one of Do Kyungsoo's charms. Whether he looked up at the sky or looked down at the ground, Jongin would definitely be aware that he was losing his temper with his demeanor.

“Probably because I ordered it,” the twenty-two-year-old smiles widely at Kyungsoo, who stops to take a sip from his nearly empty glass. The person who asked the question a moment ago doesn't say anything further. But instead looked at the sky For Jongin, if this were a drawing for a picture, It is considered a good design.

“So beautiful…” His mouth came out inadvertently.

“Huh?”

“Today the moon is beautiful and the atmosphere is good right now. Do you think so?” Jongin looked up at the full moon in the sky. But then I realized that complimenting the moon is a Japanese person's indirect way of saying "I like you", even though in reality it was just a simple statement from Kim Jongin's mouth...

“It's beautiful every day of the moon. But it's just not as beautiful.” Kyungsoo pursed his lips, picked up his glass and drank the remaining champagne in one go and put the glass back in the same place. “We just didn't pay enough attention to it.”

Jongin pursed his lips as he thought about why he had to ignore the moon every night.

Since the moon that he was secretly paying special attention to wasn't even that far away.

“So what does that mean?”

“If I let you think about it, what would you think…”

Jongin grabs Kyungsoo close to him and kisses his lips as soon as the other person has finished speaking and before he's sobered up, the other person's eyes widen, his eyes slowly closing, his face pink. Automatically changes to a darker color. Before kissing back awkwardly and awkwardly, like someone with no experience in this kind of thing, until after a while one person started kissing, parting their lips.

As for the person being kissed, his face buried in Jongin's strong chest, his voice trembled with a shy face.

"I'm sorry, but I think I'm interested. No, I like – "

“You don't have to say it.”

“Actually, I...I like you too.”

A muffled sound came out of Kyungsoo's mouth as he kept his face hidden. But he lowered his head down so much that Jongin had to help Kyungsoo sit upright. It was as if at that moment both of them had stopped breathing for about ten seconds.

“Just now, you said you liked me too…?” Jongin asked.

"Uh, I'd like to say no more..."

“But is it good that you feel this way about me in such a short period of time?”

It was as if Jongin had just been worried about the length of time, but that worry had already been dispelled. “We can slowly, uh, study each other's hearts. It's not like we like each other about the length of time. A bit of a problem with love, right, Mr. Kyungsoo?”

Then those two free arms embraced the person they were hiding in until they almost sunk into their chest, their chin resting on the person's head in their arms before they bent their faces and kissed the soft, short hair.

Kyungsoo purses his lips tightly and raises his head until Jongin's thick lips suddenly collide with his forehead, which makes his already wide eyes even bigger than before. His entire face and ears were bright red, which made the gray-shirted person unable to help but tease the person in front of him.

“You know, in a moment I'll think you're a smoked penguin. Your face is red.”

Do Kyungsoo moved away from the body of the bear-like person, his right hand clenched and raised. before slamming down hard on the front of Jongin's legs. The person who had been hit cried out without consideration for the sleeping person, and the tone of his voice just now was quite ugly as well.

“When you once said that I looked like a bear, you didn't say anything or do anything to me– ow!”

On the rooftop all night, there were only Jongin's cries of being hit in the face by Kyungsoo again and the explosions of laughter of two people with good feelings. given to each other for a short period of time, but studying the heart must take some time with it

If time really makes people change, try thinking about it from another angle.

Then you will know that if people who love each other truly trust and are honest in their relationship with each other.

About the time it took to get to know each other and have the same feelings

It's just one factor.

the end ;)

start : 190404

edited-uploaded :190409 / 190502 / 190516 / 191011

finish : 190515