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Valentines Day is an international working holiday. Whether it's a blessing in disguise, it's up to the singularities to decide.
On 14th in the month of February, couples swarm every cafe, malls, resorts, even parks that the singularities find them gross af.
It was normal. This was normal.
Kim Dokja didn't mind the lovey-dovey atmosphere inside the cafe. As long as they're discreet enough to let him have his peace. He even came here as early as possible to spend his time alone.
With a book at hand, and a nice cool iced coffee at his table, that doesn't stop him from reading.
Though, to the eyes of many, he's very open, and people who were single ready to mingle, will definitely approach him.
Oblivious to him, a man in black holding a bouquet of roses approach his table.
Kim Dokja looks up to the person and smiles, "Yoo Joonghyuk? How come?"
He stared at the man head to toe, holding a bouquet with that awfully handsome face of his.
Yoo Joonghyuk hands him the roses, "... Happy birthday."
Ah. Right.
Kim Dokja accepts his gift, still wondering why on earth roses? A bouquet of them at that? Does this sunfish bastard even knew what it means?
Also, when did Valentines Day became his birthday? Shouldn't it be a day after that?
Without warning, Yoo Joonghyuk sat across the vacant seat of him.
With the eyes of many, this seems straight out of a fictional novel. How cliché.
(every singularities like me(wait, am I even saying, I'm not even single?): fuck life)
Kim Dokja let out a frown.
"What? We're you waiting for someone else?" his brow shot upward, then turn into sour as he imagine someone else supposed to be sitting here instead of him.
Yoo Joonghyuk had the urge to grab the other by throat and force to spill the beans.
"I actually came here alone. And alone only." he replied, still putting up an attitude. "Heck, I didn't even expect you to come."
Reasonable enough.
The sour expression of Yoo Joonghyuk turned into a frown, "Who the hell spends their birthday in a place like this?"
Yeah, who? Only idiots do so, duh.
Looking around, Kim Dokja didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Well, it's true that this place seems agonising enough. Then, what if he went straight to the public library?
Absolutely no! There were tons of people in there! Now this reminds him last year when he decided to spend his valentines alone in a library.
... He'd rather not talk about it.
Sipping the rest of his iced coffee before closing his book. "I suppose there's not much to indulge for? I'll head out, thanks for the flowers anyway."
Kim Dokja stood up, with his book at hand. He then walked out from the cafe.
From a canon fodder's perspective, it looks like Kim Dokja reject Yoo Joonghyuk. What's this? K-Drama? Lovers quarrel?
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Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed his arm, forcing Kim Dokja to look at him. "Where did you think you're going?" his sharp brows met.
"What's the big deal?" Kim Dokja frowns, this sunfish bastard really loves to ruin his day!
Yoo Joonghyuk took a few moments, he then drag the other with him. "Come with me."
"Wha—"
Kim Dokja didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The protagonist took him somewhere familiar. It was a book fair...
Kim Dokja blinks, stunned. "What's this..?"
Yoo Joonghyuk, "A book fair."
No shit, sunfish.
The event was placed outside, there were tents settled at the area. Only a few staffs were seen supervising the place, with customers crowding around.
Kim Dokja went to one of its low shelves, he pick a book that caught his interest and began reading on its summary at the back.
Yoo Joonghyuk just watches him from behind, noticing how engross the other is.
"What's that about?" he asks, Yoo Joonghyuk appeared behind the shorter.
Kim Dokja, "Oh, this? It's about a girl being hopelessly in love with someone online." his eyes still glued at the book.
Yoo Joonghyuk, "A romance genre?"
"Looks like it, the books here were scramble. We'll just assume that's that."
The regressor didn't asks any further observing the other, picking another book again.
Kim Dokja's eyes began to wander at the shelves, his feet swept him around. He grab some books, read the summary, then put them back if its uninteresting.
There weren't much customers. However, in the eyes of many. They seem like a wife busy picking groceries, and a husband whose in charge of carrying them.
He went from shelves to shelves, handing some books he took to keep to Yoo Joonghyuk.
The taller didn't budge much, Yoo Joonghyuk kept silent, following Kim Dokja around, as he carry the books on his arms like it's nothing but a sack.
When the reader finally finished on snooping around. He took a look at his companion, Yoo Joonghyuk was carrying over forty-nine books, while he carried two and an addition bouquet.
(49 + 2 = 51 HAHAHAHAHAA SUFFER)
"Well you look at that." Kim Dokja broke a sweat. "Guess I overdid it."
Yoo Joonghyuk, "We'll take them. Where's the cashier?"
With a blunt tone like that, Kim Dokja didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What?"
"I'll pay, so you better treat me lunch."
"Wait, hold on. You? Pay? That doesn't seem right." Kim Dokja lampooned.
'Wow. Sanaol sweet.' — the staffs.
Yoo Joonghyuk went to the counter, placing the books there. From the glimpse of his eye, Kim Dokja had two on him. He took them forcefully, and place them along with the
other books.
"That'll be 200 dollars please."
(basically, 10,000 pesos in here;-;)
Yoo Joonghyuk took out his credit card, damn look at how shiny that card is???
The staff widened his eyes, and immediately packed them up in a faster pace.
... Ecobags won't do, since they're heavy. The staff took out an empty box, put the books inside, and tie it with a straw rope.
Kim Dokja felt like gaining a rich boyfie all of sudden.
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The outdoor breeze felt cool to the skin. Stars gather around above the night.
Both companions gaze high, as they stroll the empty streets. Awkward as no one spoke.
Kim Dokja breaksthe silence, "Such a night, don't you think?"
Yoo Joonghyuk just nods. His left hand is still carrying the box.
Kim Dokja look at his phone, he checks the time. He's still holding that bouquet.
11:51 PM. Almost midnight.
"It's getting late. Let's head home, Joonghyuk-ah." his eyes dart as the regressor.
Yoo Joonghyuk's expression seemed more stoic than usual, probably serious this time. His hues of void didn't waver, his gaze only fixing right at the reader's.
The sound of the clock ticking felt everlasting.
11:53 PM.
God knows how long they've been staring each other.
Thud. Thud.
Yoo Joonghyuk drew himself closer. His gaze didn't left the other.
"... Joonghyuk-ah?" Kim Dokja is at bewilderment. Seeing this sunfish bastard towering at him, he felt a thump from his chest.
As a man of few words Yoo Joonghyuk is. He grab Kim Dokja by the collar, inching their faces close.
The process seemed slow. Their nose almost touching, and none of the two avert their gaze.
11:58 PM.
"Kim Dokja."
"What?" it made the constellation wonder. 'What does he want?' thoughts similar running throug his head.
Yoo Joonghyuk's breath inch close to his mouth. It's a bit shaky.
11:59 PM.
The box on his hand fall onto the ground. With the left hand snake on Kim Dokja's waist.
"Kim Dokja." this time. Yoo Joonghyuk's tone is getting colder.
Kim Dokja wondered why he find it quite endearing. His mouth seemed to froze all of the sudden.
'Was I really that speechless?' he lampooned.
With a move sealing their lips in one. Kim Dokja lost his track of thought. The bouquet from his hand fall onto the ground.
Yoo Joonghyuk still closing their bodies near, his right hand move from the collar to the other's cheeks.
As they deepened it more, Kim Dokja pulled back first. "... What was that?" feeling his face heating up, his eyes still focused at the taller.
Only the tip of Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes can be seen flushing pink. "Happy Birthday, you fool."
Swiiiiiiii. Pheeeeeew. Plack.
00:00 Midnight. 15th of February.
Bright lights emerge. Their focus didn't break.
A soft smile appeared on Yoo Joonghyuk's expression. An almost once in a lifetime opportunity.
Kim Dokja widen his eyes in mixed feelings.
Neither wished to separate from another after that.
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A Constellation gasps from a dream, his eyes dilated in shakiness.
Stream of tears fall. As he hugged his legs.
All alone in a subway train. He's there sitting in loneliness, talking to a particular screen when bored, and dreaming.
Why did he had to dream of that?
"... Jonghyuk-ah." the Constellation eventually cried to his hearts content.
End.