You are my sunset

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader

Word count: 1600

Genre: fluff with a tiny lil pinch of angst

Finally the weather was getting better. It’s not like you hated winter, but having to hide your hands in your sleeves to prevent them from freeze was something you wouldn’t complain avoiding. The days were still short and you were a little mad that you couldn’t get off from work early to watch the sunset. It was your favourite time of the day and during spring and summer you would stare out of the train window to look at the clouds changing shape and color as minutes went by. You were imaging it now, sat quietly with your earphones on, a soft beat flowing through the device suggesting which colors the sky would have been painted with if it wasn’t already dark. Work wasn’t bad at all. Since you were young you had pictured yourself in an aesthetic café, offering costumers all kinds of beverages, hearing small talks and people laughing, secretly watching couples have dates and being impregnated by the strong coffee aroma fluttering around the room. And you actually did it! You opened the café almost two years ago and you absolutely loved it. You managed to work with a really close friend of yours and costumers were actually really kind most of the times. The only one downside was  the you didn’t live near the city center so you had to take the train every single day. You were lost thinking about all those great memories when you felt a cold rush hitting your face. You look up to see a guy passing by your seat, heading over the other side of the wagon and sitting down plugging his earphones in. You watch as he leans back to rest his head on the train wall closing his eyes and starting to softly swing his head to the sound of the music. You don’t usually stare at people since you’re a little shy, but this guy has such a kind expression, such soft features that you can’t help it. His red locks sprawled on his forehead were messy and you found that really cute. He reached behind his nape to fix his hair and you notice that he had a mullet (which you absolutely adored). His lips were slightly bended upwards in a subtle smile and you couldn’t help but smile back even if he still had his eyes closed. You quickly looked away when you saw him move in his seat, realizing you have being staring for a long time. You try to look busy changing songs and you send a quick glance at him to see if he noticed. To your surprise your eyes meet and you both look away. You’re sure your cheeks are bright red by now. You feel really embarrassed so you don’t look at him for the entire ride home. When you get off the train the cold air helps you calm down and you slowly start walking towards your apartment, still smiling without noticing. The next day you find yourself dressing cuter than usual and you “subconsciously” seat in the same spot hoping that the mysterious guy would do the same. You glance at the wagon doors every time the train stops, your smile getting weaker as time passes by. But then you see him. How could you not see him getting on??? But here he was, sitting almost directly in front of you, with his earphones plugged in, his head against the wall and his eyes shut. You try your best not to look at him as you can feel your face getting hotter and hotter. You can feel his gaze on you as his eyes open just a tiny bit to take in your face once more. Oh, you look so cute when you’re shy… it makes him smile like crazy, but still, he doesn’t want to scare you, so he doesn’t dare approaching you; the close space between you already being enough to warm both of you. And you simply stay there, silently enjoying each other’s company, listening to music.

Days go on and the same scene takes place every single time. Until, one day, he seats down but he doesn’t take out his earphones, maybe he left them at home. He plays with his rings and you can’t help but notice his tiny hands as veins popped out every now and then. He looked so innocent that you almost forgot that he could see you. You see him stiff and move in his seat so you look away. Little did you know he just caught a group of guys talking about how pretty you were and one guy in particular said that he would have approached you even if it meant following you home. He got worried for you. You were tiny and very cute indeed. He just wanted to protect you. He gathers all his courage and stands up. You try to ignore him as he stops in front of you and taps your hand to get your attention. Only then you look up and take off your earphones, hands shaking like crazy. He looks at you with a soft smile and starts talking. “Hi, my name is Hongjoong. I know we don’t know each other and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, but I heard some guys talking about following you home so I wanted to suggest walking with you so that they won’t follow you”. You managed to listened to almost everything he said, being that nervous, but you couldn’t form a proper answer, so he continued: “I know that that sounds strange and I understand if you don’t believe me but I just wanted to inform you and possibly help you”. You just managed to nod as he stretches your hand towards you to grab and when you do, he makes you stand up and move away from the group of guys. He’s not really tall but he makes you feel so little and protected at the same time it doesn’t even make sense. He has a flowery scent that makes you almost get a little closer just to be engulfed by it. He asked you where you had to get off (even if he knew well) and then proceeded to send a death glare to the group on the other side. When you both get off you start walking side by side. You can feel the tension but can’t do anything to ease that. However, he manages to hold your hand, even if hesitantly, afraid to scare you. He smiles wide when you don’t move your hand away. After a little bit your start talking. You talk about your job, you discover that he is a producer and make him promise that you would listen to some of his music some day; you talk about your dreams, your hobbies, your passions and, without realizing, you find yourself in front of your apartment. You both say bye and you enter the front door, thanking the guy who quickly offers you one of his most bright smiles.

You think about it EVERY SINGLE MOMENT. You can’t even sleep that night. You’re so happy to get on that damn train and wait for him to get on too. Your heart drops when he doesn’t come at all. You think you must have ruined everything the night before. You get sad, can’t deny that. You hoped to see those angelic features every day… you get home demoralized and angry at yourself.

The next day, as you exit the café, you find him standing outside looking at you with the kindest expression of all times. “Hi” he says to you waving his hand. “I didn’t came on the train yesterday cause I’m working here till late these days but I had a bit of time off so I thought about passing by”. You couldn’t hide your smile anymore. You replied: “Don’t worry, you must be really busy working as a producer. Thank you for coming here!”. You both sit at a table enjoying a cup of coffee while talking, your friend smirking at you the whole time. When you’re finished, he checks the time and, noticing he’s late, he bids you goodbye and you part ways.

After that day you returned to your train routine, this time sitting side by side, him walking you home every day. You usually walk hand in hand. It should be embarrassing but he manages to make it feel like the most normal thing ever and you wouldn’t trade that warmth for anything in the world.

Week after week days start to get longer and you can smell the flowers and the spring approaching. Finally you get to see the sunset. You walk towards the train station with your nose up, looking at the colorful sky above you. A pink and orange strip tears the blue canvas, interrupted by some baby pink clouds. You hear fast footsteps coming closer and someone panting. You turn around only to see Hongjoong coming to an halt in front of you. “The train has been cancelled. The next ride will be in 3 hours. I was thinking that maybe we could get something to eat together…”. Was he asking you on a date?! Or were you just tripping?? “And before you ask, yes, that’s a date”. YOU CAN’T BELIEVE THAT. You find the courage to nod, words not forming due to the extreme excitement. After the initial shock, you smile wide and hug him. He returns the hug chuckling in the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe I actually asked you. I wanted to take you on a date the first day I saw you on the train”. He leans back to look at yourface and then you notice. His hair, his skin, his smile and lips… were the colors of the sunset.

Sleepy

NOT A FANFIC!! || This is just me describing what it feels like to fall asleep ♡

With my eyes fixated to the ceiling all I can perceive is the color white. It somehow gives me a strange relief from the fact that I'm stuck, surrounded by walls in all directions. My pupils expand as they take in the distorted reflection of my body moving in the plated surface of my chandelier. My body seems to be far away, and my mind tries to reach it, wandering towards the top of the room to catch that image before it vanishes. I can feel it slowly spiraling upwards but I can only sense the movement, unable to follow the thoughts step by step. It's not that they go too fast... I'm just disconnected, the only concrete thought is the sensorial of my body touching the bed sheets, moving from time to time, shifting in hope to find a cooler spot. Despite the fact of being completely abandoned on the bed, my movements are not heavy and I adjust my position spontaneously. Now I've been laying there still for quite a bit, and my head seems refuse to become adjusted to the light coming from above. My eyelids slowly give me relief by shutting down, upper and lower lashes intertwining. At this moment I finally feel my body become lighter, trying to regain contact with the rest of me.