She's the One

Kyungsoo takes another swing from the glass and lets himself bring it down upon the table with a bang. The incessant buzz of chatter and the constant boom of the subwoofer does little to drown the annoying voices in his head. He taps the glass against the countertop.
"Rough day?" Luhan asks, pausing to look at Kyungsoo's intent eyes before refilling the glass. Kyungsoo lets out a sigh, drumming his fingers on the mahogany in a sequence.
"Tell me about it," he groans, running his hand through his hair. Luhan pats his shoulders.
"Still haven't caught them then?" Kyungsoo shakes his head.   Luhan whistles. "I read they found another one dead? What's that now? Five?"
"Six...." Says Kyungsoo grimly. Luhan rubs his chin thoughtfully.
"It's kinda sick you know... killing all those women.... I guess you don't know if its a man or a woman. Is it even safe out there...?" Kyungsoo takes another swing, downing the rum in one gulp, the burn at the back if his throat bring tears to his eyes. He clinks the glass wordlessly with his nails. Luhan fills it up and moves to a woman sitting a little away. The said woman looks over at him and batters her eyelashes, simpering. Kyungsoo politely returns a tight lipped smile and takes another swing from his glass.
"Hello," he hears a murmur a moment later. Kyungsoo resists the urge to slam his head on the bar. The woman, in a voice that he is sure is three octaves lower than her normal, continues, "mind if I sit down...?" Kyungsoo gives a light nod of his head. She does, bending forward and Kyungsoo stares at his drink, as the neck of her red dress dips too much. He does not need this now. "You a cop?" His gaze drops down to the side of his trousers where his badge is clipped on.
"No, detective."
"Oooo," she bites her lower lip slowly, letting her teeth drag over it. "That's kinda hot." There's an increasing buzz inside Kyungsoo's head, whether from the rum or exhaustion, he doesn't know.
"Really now?"
"Yeah, I mean what woman doesn't love a man with a badge and a gun." She twirls her hair between her thumb and index finger. The headache is getting progressively worse as Kyungsoo tries to maintain some semblance of politeness while she tries his patience. The constant buzz in his head is now at the pinnacle of unbearable. Not now, he thinks to himself, I don't need this now. He flexes his neck and loosens his tie, while she takes it to be a signal for proximity and edges close enough to have their legs pressed together. The noise in his head can only be described as angry as she murmurs something about the recent killings. Kyungsoo doesn't realize when his knuckles have turned white with his death grip on the glass. She takes a moment to trail her finger down his arm and he finally snaps, crushing the frail tumbler in his palm. The sound of breaking glass barely makes any impression upon him. His senses have had a dull filter cast over them. Almost as if he's watching it happen to another person, he notes the scratches on the skin of his palm and the fragmented remains of the glass on the table as Luhan rushes forward to clean it up. The other patrons give him a wide berth as he rises with apologies, leaving behind extra money to pay for the glass.
"I could drive you home," he feels her fingers close around his biceps and the overpowering smell of her floral perfume.
"I'm fine."
"Or we could go to my place, it's closer..." She puts a hand on his chest, getting too close to his face. Kyungsoo screws his eyes shut and reminds himself to be calm.
"I'm fine actually, and," he adds, pushing he away to an arms distance, "I'm taken."
The night air is cold inside his lungs, he gulps in a few large breaths, realizing how stuffy the bar was, with breaths of hundreds of people amalgamated in the air. Fresh air was good. Being on his own feet again was not.
Every lamp post, every bush, every stone upturned turns into an obstacle. He swears the road is moving underneath his feet, causing him to lose his balance ever so offer and have his knees smash into solid concrete. This is not good.
The annoying sound in his head is overpowering now, along with his dulled senses and clouded vision. He finds himself staggering and briefly clutching at air before his knees crash into the pavement. He doesn't need need this feeling tonight. He counts his steps, hoping to distract himself, and somehow his body turns him into a lane that is not his own and he raps his knuckles on a door that doesn't belong to him, but yet not unfamiliar.
She opens the door, in a state of sleep induced dishevelment, rubbing an eye on a knuckle. Kyungsoo has to only run his eyes over the red lips and the watery eyes before he pulls her upward by the collar if her shirt and smashes his lips against hers. He pushes her back, ignoring her muted gasp as he moves his lips against hers hungrily, tumbling through the door. The door slams shut with a kick of his heels, and Kyungsoo vaguely feels the taste of coffee mix with the alcohol from his mouth as his girlfriend grips his shoulders, trembling from the suddenness and force of it all. He lets her go and she staggers back from lack of air, not yet wholly awake or aware, gasping for air.
"Ky- Kyungsoo?" She blinks. "What are you even—? Have you been drinking?" He raises his eyebrows at her.
"Didn't you taste the rum?" She makes a motion to smack his shoulders.
"Arrgh, why do I even bother?!" She watches him rub his temples and notices the cuts on his hand. "What....?"
"Crushed a glass... It's okay, barely know it's there." She sees the tired, defeated look in his eyes and softens her voice.
"Want coffee?" Kyungsoo nods weekly, barely able to keep the pain in his head under control. How many glasses has he had again? She offers him a small smile and turns to leave. His body acting on its own accord Kyungsoo wraps his arms around her and places a kiss on her slightly bare shoulder. This definitely feels more comfortable than the bar. She looks at him in surprise.
"Nice to see you too," she murmurs, detaching herself from him before she walks over to the kitchen. Kyungsoo drops down on the couch, and sits splayed across it for a while allowing the smarting from his right palm to become the focus of his attention, anything would be better than the constantly of a loud, irritating chorus inside his head. Clearly the alcohol had not done it's job. Something nags him at the back of his mind.
'She's the one.'
He starts at the thought. Raising himself to a proper position, staring into the kitchen. Her shorts are barely visible under the oversized tee, was it his?
'She is the one.'
No, he muses, she is not, and he doesn't need this tonight. He cracks his knuckles and grits his teeth. His hands are turning warm and clammy, his breath turns shallow as he looks over to her again.
'She is the one.'
He tries reasoning with himself. No, he loves her, it can't be her.... anyone but her.... This is not the way it is going to play out. He tries suppressing the anger bubbling up, flexing his wrist and then closing his eyes. He tries humming a tune to distract himself......?
The nagging in his head grows louder and louder  until he can't hide the frustration anymore and slams his fists down upon the table.
She hears a growl and a crash simultaneously, whipping around to see Kyungsoo with his hands on the table, head lowered. She notices his body shaking, as he takes ragged breaths and raises his eyes.
"Come here," his voice is so low, so gruff and so foreign that she shirks back in fear. His eyes darken and take on a carnal look. "Come here," he repeats, this time in English, speech slightly lilted. She wonders if she's done something wrong and then walks towards him.
Kyungsoo seems to tower over her as he glowers at her. She drops her gaze to his shirt instead, unable to withstand the ferocity. With a sharp jerk of her chin, he presses his lips on hers again as she chokes out a protest.
Damned be it all, curses Kyungsoo, as he runs his hands through her hair. She staggers backwards under his pressure, crushing the fabric of his shirt in her palms. The taste of rum still sits strongly on his tongue. His hand running over her the skin on her back causes her to tremble. In an intoxicated haze, he forgets his own strength, almost ramming her into a cupboard. She manages to break free for a second, lips a swollen pink.
"Kyung—"
He pins her to the glass, trapping her between his arms on either side of her head as she finds herself kissing him again, while his hands shift to her waist, gripping her thin frame so tightly it almost hurts her. He feels her shiver as he bites her lip, her hands curling around his shoulders. She feels his desperation, aware that for some reason he doesn't want to let go. She begins to shove at him, finally pushing him away when her air runs out.
"Jeez— Lord— Kyung.... soo...." She manages to choke out, repeatedly gasping for air. He straightens himself, and walks closer as she finds herself unable to move. He tucks in a stray strand of hair behind her ears and wraps his arms around her waist, burying his head in her shoulders. For a while she stands frozen, not knowing how to react and almost feeling him slip away, out of her  comprehension. His breath comes out in jerks over her skin and she gingerly puts her head on his shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he says, after what seems like an eternity. She pulls back, looking into his eyes, quailing under the anger in them. "I'm sorry you're the one...." She stares at him uncomprehending, as his breath ghosts over her lips. He reaches into his trouser pocket.
"I'm sorry."

Jongin catches up to Kyungsoo early next morning as both detectives get their early morning cup of coffee.
"They're calling it the Jack the Ripper of Seoul," mutters Jongin darkly, throwing the paper over to his partner. "Sensationalists." Kyungsoo casts a customary glance over at the paper before taking a sip from his cup.
"Any news from the office?"
"Nope... I hope we don't, I don't want to see another mangled body of some poor woman." Kyungsoo picks up the paper and opens it, scanning the news. His head feels much better. It was for the best, he argues, remembering the slashing and cutting he'd seen his own hands inflict last night, almost as if controlled by another. The blood had taken some time washing off. They would find another body alright, in the bath, eyes gouged out because he couldn't possibly take the betrayed looks she gave him.... That and the incessant begging, and pleading and incomprehension..... She didn't understand, she never did, not even when she was bleeding out, clutching at his trousers like it was some sort of lifeline. Kyungsoo sighs inside.
"That's Sehun calling," Jongin says, "please don't let it be another body...." Already? Thinks Kyungsoo. His tongue darts out and runs over his lips. Jongin utters a horrified gasp on the other side of the paper.
Oh well, at least the voices were quiet for now, and if they stirred again, he'd always find another one.

First Flame

Love stories. Luhan has seen plenty of them play themselves out before him within the walls of Nemo. He supposes it's only fair considering people and their romantic notions of a coffee shop. In fact he remembers the very first love story he'd witnessed. The boss and his girlfriend, back when it had been only himself, Minseok and their boss, Donghae. That was when Nemo hadn't even been known, it was just a small cafe tucked away between an apartment and a florists'.
Luhan and Minseok glare at Donghae.
"Are you a man?" Asks Luhan, crossing his hand before his chest.
"What the—?!"
"Are you," shoots Minseok. Donghae flounders and emphatically nods.
"Then today is your day hyung!" Luhan grabs him around the shoulders. "Today is the day. Today she walks in for coffee and walks out with a man— that's you by the way."
"What if she already has a man.....?" Pouts Donghae. Luhan shushes him.
"I'm not done with my speech! Today is the day when she walks and you wow her with your smooth words and your flawless smile— did you brush well?" Donghae glares at Luhan. "What? I was just making sure, you had better be safe than sorry. Anyway, so you're going to make her swoon and sweep her off her feet okay? You're the man hyung!! You can do it—"
"Hey isn't that her?" Asks Minseok, jerking his head head towards the door. Donghae utters a very high pitched squeak and makes for the kitchen door while Luhan grabs his collar and drags him down to the floor behind the counter. They hear Minseok say "one moment Miss, someone will be with you soon."
"Listen to me hyung!!" Hisses Luhan as they haunch behind the wooden counter, a fork almost takes Donghae's eye out as he jumps at the sound of Luhan's voice. "You're going to talk to her and you're going to do it today!!"
"I'll forget how to talk!"
"Aargh!! Fine!! Plug your earphone in! You'll seem cool, listening to music, BUUUUT I'll be the one talking to you. All you have to do is say what I say, okay?"
"And how will you know what she says?" Asks Donghae suspiciously.
"Seokkie will help with that, won't you?" Minseok's thumbs up appears behind the counter. "See, now hurry, plug in and call me!" Once the connections have been established, Luhan pats his hyung on the shoulders while the hyung in question suddenly had his throat turned into sandpaper and his IQ reduced to that of a jellyfish. "Go hyung!!" Says Luhan giving him a little push, but Donghae's body is so slack by then, he falls over and out from behind the counter, audibly enough for the girl under consideration to lift her head and give him a horrified look.
Donghae brushes himself off, scrambling to her, knocking a few chairs out of the way.
"Are you okay.....?" She asks, her eyes turned wide.
"What a klutz," he hears Luhan laugh.
"I can hear you!" Hisses Donghae. The girl raises her eyebrows.
"I.... meant for you to hear it....?"
"Oh yeah... yeah..." Donghae flashes her a nervous smile. "I'm fine, totally."
"Tell her you get hurt all the time while playing soccer."
"You get hurt all the time while playing soccer," repeats Donghae.
"What?"
"I— I mean I get hurt... hehe..."
"Oh... okay then... umm... what do you guys have today on the menu?"
"Ask her if she wants something hot like her."
"What the?! I can't say that!!"
"You— you can't tell me the menu...? Is it a surprise menu today."
Donghae sighs internally. There goes all hopes of a date, he probably sounds like a raving lunatic by now. Luhan would pay dearly after this. But he still needed the other's help.
"Something like that.." he says.
"Okay wow me!" She beams up at him. For a moment Donghae forgets how to form words with his mouth.
"Don't just stand there!! Tell her you could wow her in so many ways~"
"YAH!!" She flinches in surprise before him. "S-sorry I mean yeah, we could cook up something..." For a while he doesn't know what else to say, in spite  of wanting to say so much. She looks over the paper napkins with exceeding interest.
"Geez hyung don't just stand there, tell her— Oh. My. Holy. Gods. What the hell is that?!"
"Oh my holy gods what the hell is that...."
"What the hell is what?" She asks looking around her table in wonder.
"Get— get away from me!!!!!" Hisses Luhan.
"Get away from me....?" Donghae wonders what new tactic of wooing this is. She stares at him first and then rises, furrowed eyebrows and lips pursed.
"Look, uhh... I'll come back sometime when you're not feeling so repulsed by me," she says tartly. "I'll be leaving now." Donghae's eyes widen in horror as she picks up her coat and purse.
"Wait— no— I—"
"OH MY GOD IT'S A BEE!!!!"
Silence..... and then the whole cafe (which is not many people anyway) bursts into hellish pandemonium. Suddenly Donghae feels someone grip his waist tightly and feels a pressure on his back and he realizes that she has her head buried at his back, holding onto him for dear life. Luhan is, on the other hand, is backed up against the wall, fumbling for the door latch to the kitchen as he brandishes Minseok in front of him like a human shield all the while uttering banshee-like shrieks each time the bee moves on the counter.
"IT'S MOVING!!!! IT'S MOOOOOVING!!!!!"
"It's a bee Luhan it's SUPPOSED to move!!! Let. Me. Go. You oaf!!" Minseok tries to get out of the choke hold Luhan has him in to no avail. Some of the customers duck under tables. Donghae surveys the chaos, heart drumming from the person against his back and then yells—
"STOP IT! ALL OF YOU!"
There café quietens down to nothing but the background noise of the street outside. Donghae takes a deep breath, loosening her hands from around his waist and gently saying, "wait here, I'll be back, okay?"
He walks up to the counter and grabs a plastic up, placing it over the bee as he looks over at Minseok and Luhan.
"Luhan, let him go. Seok, throw this out, I think it came from the florists." He turns to the cafe. "Now if everyone could just please get back to eating, everything is okay here."
"Are you okay?" He asks her softly. She nods, as he picks up her coat and places it around her. "Can I get you something warm?" She looks into his eyes, her lips quivering a little and Donghae wants to hug her.
"No umm... I'll be going home..." His face falls as she picks up her dropped purse. "Will you be here tomorrow?"
"Y-yeah, I own this place," he laughs.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then...." She turns to go as Donghae's smile widens. Then she turns back and envelopes him in a bone crushing hug which he is too shocked to return. "Thank you! Okay. Bye." She runs off, leaving Donghae to walk back to the counter in a dragged daze.
"That's my man!!" Whoops Luhan as he claps Donghae on the back. "You got a hug and everything! Not bad~ You even saved my life from the horrid bee. I could marry you!"
"Bee....?" Echoes Donghae.
"Hey hyung, I got rid of the bee," says Minseok with a bright smile.
"Bee..."
"You were so cool! You were THE man! I mean did you see him Seok, all 'stop it, all of you'? She must have been— Hyung?"
"Oh my god....." Says Donghae and slips down to the floor, curling up in a fetal position.
"Hyung are you okay?!"
"Bees.... I don't like bees...."

Luhan snickers at the memory, watching his boss bicker playfully with his girlfriend over what the new coffee should be named. Donghae pinches her cheek after a moment and she laughs, swatting his hands away.
"Ewww... so much sugar," says Sehun, pretending to gag.
"Oh shut up, Hun," laughs Luhan, looking over at the couple again. "Don't be such a killjoy."
"Too much mush for me, okay?"
Luhan shakes his head as the maknae seats himself behind the cash register, texting on his phone. He sighs, looking over at Donghae share a latte. When would someone walk through the door for him?
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A/N— to Ryukai, have a happy Hae :3
This is a part two to the Café fic for ChenMin, probably going to be more parts if I get ides.

Pluviophile

"There is a man up in the clouds darling, he's the kindest man I've ever known and if you're ever alone, he'll watch over you...."

Rain.
He watches her from above. She, who runs through the torrent of water, orange skirt blazing in the dull gray-green of moss and damp earth, not once stopping or looking for shelter. Then she pauses, turning her face skyward, allowing the drops to meet her skin. Her features relax into a small smile, as she lowers her head and carries on, no longer running, but slowing walking though the trees as her skirt trails on the ground. He doesn't follow her, but the smile remains etched in his mind.
He catches himself watching her again, as she sits in the marketplace, a basket full of vegetables and fruits, washing themselves clean in the rain. The apples pale before the red of hr cloak and hood. He watches her, fascinated by her lack of rush, lack of desire to keep herself dry. She looks skyward again, hood slipping off her head as the rainwater trickles down her face in little rivulets. He wonders what makes her so happy amidst the sickly cobblestones and hurrying cart horses.
Suho sits on his dark cloud and watches. He's watched humanity grow since it's creation, knowing them to curse and draw everything in as soon as he starts pouring the water down to the earth. Sure, there are the farmers, who can't live without him, but since the moment he was awakened to the present day, he has never seen anyone enjoy rain for itself.
Rain.
He wonder if it's allowed, for the immortals to visit earth and mingle with humankind. Jongdae flicks his finger next to him, causing the sky to burst into blinding white, purple and blue streaks. Suho doesn't notice. Jongdae raises an eyebrow in wonder.
"You want to visit the earth...?"
"Yes."
"Why...? That's Kyungsoo's realm..."
"Is it allowed, though?"
"I don't know, I've never really wanted to know..."
"Why do you want to?" Yixing's quiet voice sounds behind them. Jongdae looks but Suho remains unmoving, staring down to the earth. "She's a beautiful mortal," says Yixing, following Suho's line of sight.
"I just want to know... Just once, just one question..."
Jongdae and Yixing exchange glances. When they turn back, Suho is gone.

Rain.

She sits under a tree, sobbing, coat spattered with mud. The sky darkens a little, lightening flashing, electricity charging across the sky. She rises, feet shaking, and follows the path up to the road, eyes blinded with a concoction of rain and tears. There is a sudden drum of hooves on pavement and she feels someone pull her out of the way.
"Are you okay!!" She blinks, shocked out of tears as she watches the horse carriage pass by.
"I'm..." It's only then that she realizes her savior is a man unlike any she's ever seen before. She stares wide eyed at the milky skin and blonde hair, too perfect to be real. "...fine."She straightens herself out of his firm hold and takes a step back. "Thank you." She smiles at him. "You're not from here, are you mister...? I've never seen you before."
"I..." Just once.
"You must have traveled for miles then.... How are your clothes not wet?"
"I..." Just one question.
"Anyway, thank you for saving me, would you like to have cake? My mother makes the best cake."
"What... what is cake?" She breaks out into a peal of laughter, wiping the corners of her eyes. He's a little awed by the sound
"You're a strange one mister." The rain stops. She turns to go. "Are you coming?"
He looks at the sky once, and follows her.

Rain.

"Oh it's you again." She moves aside allowing him to enter the warm interiors of the shed.
"Hello."
"Hello. Passing by?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
".... why is it staring at me." She bursts out into laughter, clutching her belly.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a cow."
"It's looking at me suspiciously...."
"It's a cow! It can't get suspicious!" She watches him waver, then choosing to go stand in the farthest corner. He looks so very unreal amongst the drab interiors. "Would you umm.... would you like to come inside?  Mother made some fresh jam, you could have some for your journey."
Suho looks at her while she stares nervously at her feet, and picks up the milk pail next to her. Maybe next time he'd ask....
"Sure, which way?"
'Next time' becomes the biggest lie since the dawn of time. Three times turns into four, which turns into a regular occurrence till she expects to see him leaning against a tree or standing outside her house every time it rains. She never asks who he is, or where he comes from but learns to expect him each time the skies open and pour out. Then one day he asks her.
"My father...." She says, casting her eyes towards forest floor, "he used to love the rain... said the rain-man went thankless for all the work he did... at least that's the story he used to tell me when I was a little girl." She smiles at him softly. He returns the smile.
"Your father is a clever man," he says, "the rain-man doesn't get his fair share of thanks."
"Was. Yes... he.... went for the war and never returned home with the others...." Her eyes mist over and she pauses, pretending to straighten her apron. Suho's smile drops as he watches her clench her jaws and brush her skirt of the few raindrops from the light drizzle around them. She raises her head and looks at him, and for a moment he sees the fierce look in her eyes that he had seen from the skies. "I don't know where he is now... but someone needs to thank the rain-man now." She laughs and gently lifts her skirt to stop it from grazing the ground.
He knows, he knows now, but yes he's back with the next rain, helping her with berry picking in the forest while she talks of how tired her mother is with all the work. Suho stays even after it stops raining.
"Don't." Jongdae grabs his shoulders as he's about to leave for the umpteenth time. "Don't do this to yourself."
"Do what?"
"You're falling in love! Don't you see, you rain clogged cloud. No... you're already in love. You have to stop."
"I'm just..."
"She's going to die, and you never will." Jongdae spins him around to look directly into his eyes. Under his fierce glare, Suho feels an electric current run down his spine. "She has to live out her life, and she will die someday. Do you understand me. You can't go." But Suho's eyes are already earthbound.
"Just once more...." And he's gone. Jongdae growls in anger, and the skies are cracked open by thousands of brightly charged streaks.
She looks up, flinching at the multiple flashes of lightening, fearing for her life ask she walks to her house. There's another stab of light, this time closer and she breaks into a run.
"Get in here!" Someone drags her inside the cowshed.
"Who—?! Oh.... hello again...." Thunder growls a warning from above. Suho shuts the door.
"Hello." It's only then that he notices the worry on her face. "Is everything okay....?"
"It's awful weather… I hope it won't last long...."
"I thought you liked the rain..." She fidgets and sits down on a pail. Suho puts away the lily he's brought for her.
"I do... I love it...it makes everything new and fresh and... I meet you each time it rains.... But..." She twists the cloth from her skirt into little knots. He raises an eyebrow expectantly. "I'm getting married tomorrow." She barely meets his eyes.
"Married....? That's— that's great!! Congratulations!"
"Thank you... He's really nice..." Her eyes were still on the floor. "Will you come? I was waiting for you.... it's been months..." She looks at him finally, eyes lighting with expectation and a certain feeling he can't place.
'She has to live out her life...'
"I— I can't, I have to be somewhere else, sorry..." She watches him move to the door.
"Is this goodbye?" He stops.
"What?"
"That look in your eyes, I've.. I've seen that before. This is goodbye, right?" She stands up looking at him questioningly. He leaves the door and walks back to her.
"Well..."
"It's okay." She smiles. "I don't even know your name, or where you come from, just that you come each time the rain does, you're always smelling of it.... and you're so mysteriously dry.... and you don't even look real..." She trails away,looking at his face. He smiles down at her softly.
"I'll make sure it doesn't rain tomorrow.... have a happy life."
"You're strange mister," she says, like the first time they met, smiling as brightly as she could. Suho remembers the lily he has been carrying from her, tucking behind her ear and leaning closer. She closes her eyes as he kisses her cheeks. When she opens them, he's gone, leaving behind a lingering scent of the rain and lilies.

Rain.

Several years later, she sits in the rain, worriedly looking at the forest.
"Mama!!" She turns her head towards the high-pitched voice. "Mama!!" A little girl of six bounds towards her in the rain.
"Oh thank god!" She wraps up the child in her arms, then kisses the top of her head. "Don't you ever do that again sweetheart! I thought you were lost!"
"I was mama, but then a nice man helped me, just like the man from your stories!" She smiles down at the little one.
"Just promise me you won't run into the forest like that again. Did you thank the nice man?"
"Yes mama," she nods vigorously, pigtails bouncing. "I did and he gave me this,"  she says, then holds out a flower in her hands. Her mother stops and stares at the flower. It's a snow white lily.... Just like the one on her windowsill that hasn't wilted in the last seven years. Her child keeps chattering while she looks up to skies and smiles brightly.
He smiles back.

Thank you rain-man.

Barista Bashing

Stab. "Die..." Stab. Stab. "Die....." Stab. Stab. Stab. "Die!!!"
"Minseok!!"
All eyes land on Café Nemo's star barista, as the coffee machine splutters and spews drops of the dark liquid everywhere behind the counter. Minseok blinks. Registering the mess he has created for the first time. Usually it would be Tao, the new intern, who destroyed everything he touched. "Err.... you okay...?" Asks Luhan with an awkward smile, still keeping his distance from the other.
"Yeah...." He sighs, surveying the damage. Wiping the countertops, while Luhan takes over the brewing, Minseok glances up at the clock. Nine twenty-five.... a few more minutes and—
"Ooo la la~ Look at this mess~" A vein pops on Minseok's head as the sing-song voice plays out. He raises his head just enough to shoot a glare through his bangs at the man in the suit show as grinning at him.
"What do you want Jongdae?"
"Tut, tut, so rude, Kim Minseok-ssi. Customer. Barista. You're supposed to treat me like a God."
"You shoukd be the customer at a psych ward. I'll ask again— What. Do. You. Want. Jongdae?"
"One americano to go, extra sugar, a little stirrer and 'Lord Jongdae, Vanquisher of all Evil' written on the cup." Jongdae flashes him a smile, his eyes turning crescent and his cheekbones highlighted. Minseok grits his teeth and places a plastic cup with the coffee and stabs a stirrer into it causing Luhan to flinch. Jongdae's smile doesn't waver.
"Here," mutters Minseok through gritted teeth.
"Nope."
"Nope?!" Asks Minseok incredulously. Luhan takes a step away from him.
"Nope, you need to write something on that first."
"Take. The. Coffee. Or I'll personally vanquish you!!"
"It's americano actually. You should know that."
"Just take the damn coffee!!"
Luhan sighs as he watches the exchange. There was a time when Minseok was the go to barista. Not just for coffee brewed to utter perfection, but for friendly chatter and a smile that could turn even the most depressing of days around. Well, Minseok was still like that, except from nine am to ten am. Luhan still remembers the day it started, about a month back when Kim Jongdae, an IT expert from the office two blocks down, walked in and ordered fifteen espressos to go. He then proceeded to recite fifteen different preferences for each of the fifteen cups till Minseok had to stop him to take down the order, after which Jongdae made changes every now and then saying things like "Kyungsoo likes sugar.... Or doesn't he...?" and "Would it be rude if I get Jongin a tall black....??" or "No sugar in that one, sugar makes Joonmyun hyung lose his marbles." In all it had taken Minseok about half an hour to get everything down at the end of which, Jongdae had decided to cancel all the orders, saying his workmates might not like coffee after all and decided to settle on cookies for everyone and an americano for himself. That was the first time Luhan had seen him snap plastic coffee stirrers in two halves, but of course now it's something he sees on a regular basis. There are times when Jongdae just stares at Minseok unblinkingly and loudly announces that the barista has cute Baozi cheeks, then there are times when he messes up the sugar and ketchup sachets on realizing that it upsets an obsessive-compulsive Minseok greatly and then there are those when he comes up with generally nefarious schemes to get under Minseok's skin, much to his own glee, Minseok's annoyance and the widespread fear of the other baristas and patrons.
The next morning, Luhan walks out of the supply room to see Jongdae already flashing his cheekbone-accented smile at Minseok who was glaring holes into the other's head.
"Say that again." Minseok says, his patience growing thin.
"Bip bip.... Bip beeeeep bip bip.... Bip bip.... Beeeeep bip beeeeep.... Bip.... Bip bip beeeeep."
"In. English." Luhan flinches as Minseok snaps another coffee swirler between his fingers and wonders if his boss is going to notice the sudden rise in swirler consumption, but he's probably too busy with his girlfriend.
"Oh, I didn't know you didn't speak Morse. One caffe latte to go, extra sugar." Luhan watches curiously, as Jongdae scribbles something on a tissue and hands it to Minseok when he receives his drink and then walks off without another word.
"What's it?" Luhan asks, peering over the other's shoulder to see the tissue filled with dots and dashes.
"He's trying to piss me off, that's what," replies Minseok as he stashes the tissue under the counter and stalks off. "Someday I'm going to stab him very slowly with every stirrer I can get my hands on." Luhan shudders. Acquaintance with Jongdae has definitely turned Minseok over to the darkside.
The next day, when it's almost ten and Jongdae doesn't show up in spite of it being Tuesday, Minseok drums the counter impatiently.
"Missing the cheeks guy?" Asks Sehun, lazily chewing his gum, from the cash register. Minseok shoots him a glare.
"The what guy?" Asks Yixing, entering with a tray of cakes.
"The guy with the sharp cheekbones," says Tao, pressing his own. "Minseok hyung has a very volatile relationship with him."
"What on earth?!? Shut up Tao before I stuff you in the ov—"
He pauses, hearing someone curse very loudly, having bashed into a chair. A very disheveled Jongdae runs up to Luhan's side of the counter, leans against it panting and manages to say, "one tall black, high caffeine, extra extra sugar." Luhan raises an eyebrow but pours the coffee out from the machine, dropping twice the normal amount of sugar in it, and hands it to him.
"Busy?"
"Meeting in five. Gotta run, thanks!"
Minseok watches as Jongdae rushes out, without so much as a second glance at him. Sehun lets out a low whistle. Luhan looks at him apologetically and Minseok glares at him fully aware of his implications. It's only then that he remembers the tissue from the previous day.
"Is that Morse code?" Asks Yixing, causing him to start and drop the tissue which Yixing picks up. "Who do you like...?"
"What?"
"Who do you like...? It says 'I like you', so I'm asking if you like someone."
"I didn't write— wait!!! It says what?!?!"
"I like you...."
"I.... What the hell?!" Yixing stares uncomprehendingly, Luhan bursts out into a fit of laughter while Sehun pops a bubble and says,
"Ooo la la~"

On the following morning, Jongdae walks in barely able to stand on his feet, dropping into one of the stools before the counter rather heavily.
"You're early." Minseok hovers above him.
"Really....? I don't know what time it is...."
"About eight."
"Oh.... I've been auditing all night...." Jongdae looks like a small child, rubbing his eyes. For a moment Minseok wavers. But only for a moment.
"You could use some coffee."
When Minseok returns, Jongdae has just about dropped off to sleep on the counter, using a pile of tissues as his headrest. Minseok puts the cup down as hard as he can, enjoying the satisfaction of seeing Jongdae start awake and flounder for a moment. Jongdae takes the cup and takes a gulp of the liquid inside it— and gags.
"What the freaking hell is this?!?" The bitter taste spreads in his mouth. "Where's the sugar?!" He makes a grab for the sugar sachets, emptying one on his tongue, and a few I to his cup.
"That's double brewed coffee, all black, no sugar. And here's a tissue. In case you can't read the Morse in your current state, it says 'you jackass'."
"What does that mean....?" Mutters Jongdae, still shuddering from the bitter taste.
"It means, first, I'm going to pay you back for every moment you've tormented me, and then I'm going to maybe agree to go on a date. Enjoy your coffee."
If this were a movie, muses Luhan, there would be cheers and clapping as Minseok walked back into the kitchens and Jongdae would wear a goofy grin. This wasn't one though, and no one cheered because the cafe was still empty (though Sehun popped a bubble) but Jongdae had the grin on.

Look Me in the Eyes

Kyungsoo sits in his usual spot on the couch and waits. The sunlight filters in through the white drapes and casts a golden glow around the living room. His eyes brighten at the slight of a lithe figure exit the bedroom, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Kyungsoo smiles fondly at the other boy.
"Jongin ah, morning. Do you sleep well?" Jongin doesn't respond. He makes his way to the kitchen, setting kettle on the stove and taking cups out of the cupboards overhead. "You slept so late, you have to go for class." Jongin stares at the kettle a while and then whispers,
"I don't want to go..." He raps his knuckles against the counter and Kyungsoo tuts.
"You missed a whole week! Who's going to give you notes? You can dream if you think Sehun is going to. That kid pays even lesser attention than you!" Jongin sighs at the kettle.
"I'll ask Sehun for notes...."
"Didn't you hear me?! Jongin! Jong-In!!" But Jongin walks into his room, slamming the door and locking it. Kyungsoo curses, that kid was eventually going to suffer. He notices the gas and turns it off knowing Jongin would have forgotten about it. If there was one who could burn water, it would be him.
He waits for a few moments on the couch and then the bell rings, and rings once more. On the fourth ring when Jongin doesn't respond, Kyungsoo decides to call out to him but is beaten to the punch by whoever is at the door.
"Kim Jongin!! Open the goddamn door!!" Kyungsoo recognizes the voice as Tao's. There is the sound of pounding on the door as Tao continues to yell for Jongin. "Open the door you little— Aish open up or we'll break it down!!" There's a muffled yell of annoyance from Jongin's room and he emerges with a dark scowl, crossing the living room with hasty strides, knowing fully well that Tao could and would break down the door.
When he opens the door, Kyungsoo spots a glaring Tao and Kris leaning against the wall with a displeased look. Kyungsoo grins broadly at them from his seat. Tao pushes past Jongin and walks in.
"Ugh... Why do come in," grumbles Jongin closing the door behind them. Tao stands in the middle of the living room, arms folded across his chest, glaring at the younger boy.
"Why aren't you dressed for class yet?"
"I'm not going."
"Why the hell not?" Interjects Kris.
"You know why—" A flicker of understanding passes between Tao and Kris but Tao decides to interrupt.
"No we don't, so shut up and come on."
"No." Tao sighs and turns away. For a moment Jongin does a cartwheel in his head.
"Alright, let it be known that I gave him enough warning..... Gege." Kris nods and then both of them grab Jongin on either side and haul him off to his bedroom in spite of the victim's horrified screams. Kyungsoo sighs. The neighbors might call the police.
"LET ME GO!!! THIS IS ASSAULT!!!"
"Sure. Take off your clothes."
"WHAT THE HELL?! I'M SUING YOU GUYS FOR HARASSMENT!!! Also I haven't taken a shower...."
"Who cares, put on your clothes."
"YOU CAN'T JUST STAND THERE! LEAVE THE ROOM!!"
"Nothing we haven't seen before, now hurry up. Tao grab his bag." Kyungsoo snickers, under the facade of 'cool' Kris and Tao really did care for everyone. He looks at the kitchen and remembers Jongin hasn't had breakfast; so he takes out an energy bar from the secret stash he has in the cupboard and places it on the counter. Moments after he has shut the cupboard, Tao and Kris emerge from the room dragging Jongin in between them as the latter has the attitude of a defeated martyr.
"I haven't had breakfast people...." he offers weakly. Tao's feline eyes scan the room and lands on the energy bar.
"There, breakfast done." Jongin curiously looks at the bar and then at the gas before shaking his head. He gives into being hauled out, pausing at the doorway for a second to whisper, " Hyung annyeong" to the couch. Kris looks over at the couch and then shuts the door behind him.
Kyungsoo smiles at the shut door. If only Jongin looked him in the eyes...
Kyungsoo spends the rest of his day setting the room in order, throwing Jongin's clothes in the wash and keeping some ramyun packs within the younger's normal line of sight. He then sits and waits as he always does, humming songs to himself and looking at people passing by on the street. He laughs at a couple walking by, the girl swinging the arm of the much taller boy, both blushing but happy.
"Shouldn't you be in school??" He laughs but they don't hear him.
It's late evening before Jongin is back. He enters, flinging the door open, laughing like Kyungsoo hasn't seen him laugh in a long while, with his eyes creased into crescents and his whole body shaking.
But then he looks into the house... and stops.
He closes the door behind him silently.
"What happened?" Kyungsoo smiles. Jongin slips past him without a word. Kyungsoo's smile drops a little but he follows Jongin to the kitchenette where the younger grabs the ramyun and puts a water to boil.
"Sehun is an ass," he mutters after a while, letting out half a grin. Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. "We went out to buy Chanyeol hyung gifts, and the idiot decided we buy hyung a hello kitty toothbrush, says we don't want to burden him and that he needs to keep his teeth shining for that creepy smile. I need to see his face when he opens it!" Jongin let's out a tiny chortle. Kyungsoo snickers. Sehun and Jongin could be very cruel when left to their own devices. Jongin begins to cut the packet of ramyun and then notices a drawer, to his lower right,  half open. He stops, and stares at the packets of ramyun poking out from it. Wasn't that where he had put them to begin with....? Taking a step back he checked top shelf. No, he had certainly never organized packets within easy reach. That had never been his style, it was more.... He takes another step back, now slipping on a dropped dishrag and falling backwards. Kyungsoo's eyes widen as he reaches out to steady Jongin and watches his arm pass through the other. Jongin manages to steady himself against a countertop but feels a cold shiver down his back. He looks around frantically behind him as Kyungsoo screws his eyes and utters a frustrated sound. Jongin moves to the couch and sits down on it gingerly, keeping an eye over his shoulder. With shaking fingers he unlocks his phone and makes a call.
"Sehun ah, it's me." Kyungsoo seats himself on the other end of the couch. "Yeah— No— Shut up and listen." Jongin eyes the kitchenette warily and continues. "There's something weird going on dude...." Kyungsoo rubs his temples with the tips of his index finger. "I mean for example this morning I could have sworn I left the gas on..... yeah but when I came back a while later it wasn't.... no, wait, and then there was an energy bar on the counter. I hadn't left that. When I came home there were ramyun packs on the top shelf.... Just like the way hyung used to leave them for me...." He looks past Kyungsoo at a photo frame behind him, with a picture of the two of them. Kyungsoo eyes it with a sad smile. "No Hun, I'm not losing my mind.... yeah I miss him, I really miss him. I wish he'd never gone on that blasted backpacking trip.... I mean hello!!! He's supposed to contact us every week!! It's been a month since we've even heard from him. I hope he's okay.... yeah I know, he has a right to his life.... I just want to know he's okay, that's all...." Jongin pauses to clear his throat, Kyungsoo rubs his misty eyes. "You'll do that? Yeah bring dinner... I don't feel like cooking... thanks...." He clears his throat yet again and then let's out a small laugh. "Sorry no, I'm not going sentimental on you, get over here fast you idiot. Bye." He grins at the receiver as he replaces it. His eyes wander over the room and come to rest on the picture.
Kyungsoo watches Jongin's eyes glaze over and his shoulders slump. He sees the other draw his knees up to his chest and rest his chin on it. If there was a time he had put his faith in Oh Sehun, now would be it. But he waits till then, watching the younger boy from a good distance, biting his knuckles to keep himself from pulling him into a hug. But finally he gives in and reaches his hand out gently to the tan boy's face, fingers almost grazing skin.
The doorbell rings. Jongin lifts his head and sighs languidly. Kyungsoo curls his fingers into a fist. He hears Sehun's boisterous chatter in the doorway. The agony of death suddenly hits him. He knows he doesn't belong here anymore, not with Jongin, no in this house, not in this life.... that mountain slop had been too slippery in the snow.... the drop too lonely. He takes a moment to look at Jongin's lean back. Then, he turns and leaves.
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A/N- what can I say, KaiSoo!Angst is my lifeblood ~

Like

Kyungsoo likes her. He likes her a lot in fact. He likes lots of little things about her. He likes her short hair and the way it leaves her neck exposed. He likes to see her eyes grow wide and her lips turn round when she gets surprised by his presence. He likes it when she squirms as he gets closer, when she wants to say no but says yes anyway and when her cheeks turn an angry red. But most of all, he likes to see her run. He likes to see her run from him, knowing she can't escape and he can catch up to her each time. So he plays a little game with her every now and then.
"Go, you're free," he tells her the first time. She snaps her head up to the sound of his voice, her unseeing eyes lighting up as she scrambles to her feet. He decides he likes that look too. She takes a few steps forward before the shackles at her left foot become taut and she falls to the floor again.
"Such desperation," taunts Kyungsoo, while kneeling and unlocking her foot. Then lifting her chin to look at her face, he whispers, "but if I catch up to you after ten minutes, you're still mine." He pauses for a while before touching his lips to her ears and uttering, "run."
She shivers, throwing off his hand and scrambling to her feet again. She misjudges the doorframe and bashes into it. For a few seconds she hears a faint buzz in her ears before she takes a step outside her cell and bolts off into her darkness.
Of course it ends when, at the end of ten minutes, she hears, "hello" right behind her in the velvety tones that fill her with horror and dread. He wraps his hands around her waist and kisses the skin on her shoulders, a hint of cologne assaulting her nostrils. She stiffens. He laughs softly and leads her back by her hand. Her resolve shatters a little when she hears the click of the cuffs around her ankle and feels the cold metal touch her skin again.
So when for the nth time when he leans really close, lips grazing her skin lightly, sending jolts through her frame, and whispers, "run," she learns not to waste a moment, and bolts off, ignoring the rawness of her ankles as they burn, begging her to stop.
She stumbles through the first corridor, reaching to the end and feeling around for the door knob, shoving the door open roughly when she finds it.
"Nine more minutes...."
She counts in her mind. The room is familiar, she's been through her a few times before, so she carefully avoids the bed and then miscalculates. The side table stands in her way and she knocks it over, sending a China flower vase crashing to the floor with her. The sound twists her heart with fear and the fragments stick to her skin, leaving smarting scratches all over her arms. She feels a sharp sting on her cheek before she can raise herself, and then something warm trickling down.
"Shit."
She curses, having lost count of the seconds. She lifts herself up and then falters. How much more time left for her? Which way was the other door? She reaches out trembling fingers to the wall, feeling along it, hoping to chance upon the door. The paint feels cool and smooth beneath her fingers. The minutes tick by. She feels tears burning the cut on her cheek. The roughness of wood  appears beneath her touch. She fumbles  around for the lock, turning it with shaking fingers as she manages to get it open. Then, she tears through the darkness, ignoring the pain from crashing into everything in her way. Smashing into a solid wall stops her finally; reeling from the pain, as her legs give way and the blood pounds in her ears. She drags herself across the floor,  the throbbing in her temple increases with every passing second, becoming harder to ignore. Blood from her cheek trickles down to her lips.
"Not today.... Not..... today.... please not...."
There's a door by her side. Was this it...? She pushes against it. What if it was the one? It refuses to budge. She tries again, then again, and yet again, resorting to pounding and clawing at it furiously.
"Open dammit!!! Open! Open! Open!!!! Open please...."
She screams, letting out choked sobs. She tries to run in another direction, tripping over the edge of a carpet and falling straight into his arms. His tapering fingers close around her back.
"Still mine then?" She lets out a strangled sound before bursting into tears. "Did you hurt yourself again?" He brushes a finger across her cheek. She flinches from the pain and under the cold touch, curling her toes inwards but allows him to carry her, to his room this time, as someone dresses her cheek and arms and leaves.
"Does it hurt?" His voice hovers above her and she feels him tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"No..."
"Liar," he snorts and lifts her chin up. He pauses for a second, looking into her blank eyes, before pressing his lips down against hers. She tastes a little of blood, and salty tears and mostly of herself, he realizes as he wraps his arms around her waist. There's no way he would admit to her that he ended the chase a minute short. She lets out an almost inaudible whimper as he bites her lower lip. He had to end it. She clings onto his forearms for support as he presses harder against her lips and she begins to fall backwards. He had to end it because she had made it to within ten feet of the entrance. Her back hits the bed. No he couldn't let her leave. After all he liked her didn't he.
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A/N: As usual I'm not sure what the hell happened but Kyungsoo did and well..... yeah.... *goes into hiding for the rest of life*

Of Dawns and Stars

Luhan is the light from the first dawn of the universe and since then, till now, he has had the task of painting the skies in beautiful red and orange and vermilion hues till, Baekhyun, the sun, takes over. It's not a particularly difficult job, Luhan thinks, as he paints another breaking day for mankind. He rather liked it at first, and then with time he realized that no one really appreciated his masterpieces....  He could make a million dawns for man and yet no one would look at the sky and admire it.... No they all wait for the sun anyway. But Luhan carries on, only stopping to occasionally feel pangs of loneliness that stab his heart when he sees couples stirring awake in each others arms. He tries to talk to Baekhyun, but he's too bright for Luhan to  be near him for long. No he's better off with Chanyeol, the warmth from the fire. Jongdae, who brings thunder and lightening with him is too loud and too fond of scaring Luhan for Luhan to actually like him, so he stays at a wary distance every time the other approaches. Suho, the rain, who always comes with Jongdae, isn't very good at conversation, he's usually morose, telling sad stories of lost love and staring balefully down to the Earth, Kyungsoo, below the skies. Minseok, the winter, is usually chipper, but cold so Luhan can't really feel all that comfortable around him. He still likes the former, but prefers not to hold extended conversations with him for fear of frostbite.
That leaves Yixing, the light from the first star to be born. It is his duty to light up the night sky with a million points of light, every night as humans return home, to guide them back. Luhan notices him one day, humming to himself, as he moves around the sky, almost dancing, as he lights up one star after another. He waits at a distance, watching, fascinated by the performance till he he realizes that it is time for a new day to begin and he rushes forward, eager to meet the enigma behind the art.
"I'm Luhan!" He blurts out, standing right behind Yixing as the latter has only moments to turn around and smile before he vanishes into thin air. Luhan thinks its a little rude but decides the other has a nice smile so he's going to try again. But when Yixing disappears a second time, Luhan decides the star-lighter is definitely mean and says so to Minseok, who stares at him like he's a little crazy.
"He can't remain in the same place as you. He has to move to another part of the sky as soon as you arrive."
"Why....?"
"Umm.... he's the light from the stars, you're the light from the dawn, you can't coexist," Minseok says with a sorry face. Luhan decides it's time to leave because his nose is turning frigid.
The time Luhan comes across Yixing, he waves at him from a distance. Yixing looks a little surprised but waves back nonetheless and goes back to his work. Luhan looks at his back a little crestfallen, he'd at least hoped for Yixing to say something, never mind the gaping distance between them. So he continues to watch, transfixed by Yixing's fluid movements across the sky as he sets one star after another alight. It's only when he hears Baekhyun clear his throat impatiently that he remembers it's time for him to approach the skies with his paints.
The dawn seems to glow a bright, rosy pink that day.
So they fall into a pattern, Luhan waving to him from a distance and then watching as Yixing hummed his way through the dark heavens leaving stardust in his wake, before Luhan has to step his way and he vanishes; leaving behind a dimpled smile in Luhan's mind.
Soon Luhan takes to ranting while he watches Yixing work, knowing fully well that the other can't hear him. One day it's about how positively violent the humans are and how he wishes could crush them. The next day it's something to do with how underappreciated his work is and on a third he says he has had it with Suho's pining. On a fourth day he suddenly realizes he's never seen a star up close. A fifth and he's jealous about how mankind seems to be fascinated by Yixing's stars, only grudgingly admitting to be just as amazed himself. Somewhere down the line, between complaining and admiring, he falls for Yixing.
Suddenly, everything seems brighter.
Then suddenly, as Minseok's words play themselves out in his head, everything becomes dim.
"Hey Dawn-boy," calls Sehun as he blows by that morning, "who threw up over the sky?" Luhan looks at his handiwork. 'Threw up' seems like a rather nice way to put it he muses, but leaves it all the same. No one but him knows why the sky looks that pale and sickly. No one but him knows Yixing might be the cause of it.
"It's not fair you know!!" He hollers one day after a millennia of keeping Yixing out of his mind. The being in question pauses and turns to Luhan, unsure of whom the outburst was directed at. He looks around to check if he really is the one Luhan is talking to. "Oi! Over here," snaps Luhan, ignoring the confused look on the other's face. "It's not fair that you get all the popularity considering you make pinpricks of light and I can set the whole sky ablaze but yet people chose to be awed by what you've done and only look to me in annoyance!! It's not my fault Baekhyun follows me!" Yixing quirks an eyebrow, unsure of where this is headed but he crosses his arms and lets Luhan carry on ranting.
"It's even more unfair that you made me fall in love with those stars but I've never seen a single one up close!"
"I couldn't make one bright enough for you," smiles Yixing ruefully, "but thanks," he calls out.
"No!!" Yixing takes a flinching step back though there is a vast distance between the two of them. "No thanks! No thanks for prancing across the sky and making me forget myself sometimes. No thanks for returning my wave! No thanks for that stupid smile! No thanks for making me fall in love with you..." Yixing's eyebrows disappear into his hairline.
"Wait what....?"
"And I haven't even seen a star for myself....."
Yixing sighs and steps closer.
"What're you doing?! It's not even time for dawn!!"
"I can't make them all shine brighter but I can make one for you..." He points above Luhan, who cranes his neck to see what Yixing is pointing at. "That star will shine for you as long as you want for it to shine." Then he sees it, the glowing white orb, a little above his head, brighter than any diamond on earth and he realizes Yixing and his stars are more beautiful closer up. He feels something wet trickle down his right cheek and wipes it hastily, embarrassed. But when he looks forward again, he sees Yixing smile his dimpled, heart-wrenching smile and Luhan watches helpless as the star-lighter shimmers and fades away.
Everyone on earth notices and admires the beauty of the new star in the dawn.
No one notices that the dawn itself seems grayer.
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A/N- this story has been nagging my head for ages and so tadah~