The sun shines its rays through the open window bringing light to the once dark room, but the sun's light isn't what wakes you. What wakes you is the dead silence of your apartment mixed with the blaring horns of cars and the loud chattering of housewives from the outside.
The smell of coffee, eggs frying and rice cooking makes its daily journey to the room with the door slightly ajar at the end of the apartment together with the song sung by the cook in the kitchen. In the room, hidden under the covers of the bed, is a man who stirs in his sleep, refusing to wake up despite the sunlight glaring right down at him. It's only when the smells travel up his nostrils and the song reaches his ears that he finally wakens, stretching on the king size bed, and yawning. Rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes, he sits up, stretches once more, and takes a glance at the clock that reads 8:03am. Unlike most people who grumble about wanting to continue sleeping while leaving their bed to change and start the new day, the man simply smiles, hearing the song that continues to reach his ears and the smell of food that refuses to leaving his nostrils alone.
Dishes pile up in the sink, the trash bin overflowing with garbage and the kitchen has an empty feel to it, a feeling you don't like, a feeling you wish would go away. You want to feel the homely and warm feeling it once had and scarily, you think you may have forgotten how that felt even though it hasn't been long since you last felt it.
Strong arms wrap around a slim waist, a face nuzzles against the side of a milky neck, body pressing itself against a back. The raven haired man laughs, resting the side of his face against the top of the other's head.
"Awake, I see. About time, Yunho"
"What do you mean about time? It's eight in the morning, not ten or eleven. Besides, who wakes up at this time on a Saturday? Why aren't we sleeping in, Jaejoong?" The man named Yunho mumbles jokingly against the skin of his lover, sleepiness coming back to him for a moment.
His words only make his lover laugh again as he turns, wrapping his arms around Yunho's neck and kisses him deeply. The eggs are momentarily forgotten.
You sit at your desk after greeting your fellow workers and anyone else who passes by and greets you. Like your home, the desk is pretty much empty save for the necessities you need to work. You remember the days when it was full of frames containing pictures of you and him with bright smiles, eyes full of love, and surrounded by an aura of happiness. Near each of them would be a post-it note reminding you of places you needed to go later with your lover so you wouldn't forget. He scold you at home when you never showed or shook his head when you were late as you apologize over and over again while scratching the back of your head and smiling embarrassingly. His anger never lasted long though because he knows how much of a forgetful person you are that he started sending text messages to your phone after the tenth time you didn't show up at the restaurant you were supposed to eat dinner with him.
Your post-it notes aren't working. -_- So, I'm going to take over from this point onwards. ^o^ Don't forget that we're eating dinner at Blue
Yunho blinked at the message on his phone for two reasons; one was the fact that his lover was suddenly sending one to take over the post-it notes' job and two because the text message was incomplete. Seconds later and not really surprised, a second one came in.
Moon tonight at eight. Don't be late or else so help me God I will take Bambi and throw her into the ocean along with the damn phone's word
He laughed so loud, fellow co-workers turned their attention towards him, giving him weird looks, some with curious ones before directing it back to what they were doing. It's been too long since he laughed this hard to the point that he was shedding tears and he felt pain from the sides of his stomach. While wiping the tears away, his phone vibrated a second time.
limit. >( Goddamnit. Screw throwing it in a river. I'm killing it with fire. >O
Yunho needed to find a way to thank Jaejoong for unintentionally brightening up his boring day. He was definitely better then post-it notes.
Time passed by slower then usual. It felt like you were at your desk forever until the clock on your computer finally turned one, signaling the start of your lunch hour, but you weren't hungry. What you needed most right now wasn't food but fresh air so you headed outside, sitting at one of the benches located in front of your building. It was spring time and the cool breeze that wisps by you is refreshing and relaxing, the sound of the wind soothing to your ears, and the smell reminding you faintly of nature.
You finger the black cellphone in your hand, contemplating on whether to flip it open. It takes you a few minutes to decide, using your thumb to flip the cellphone open. Easily, you head to the picture application and the first picture you see is the last one you took with him. On that day, you both promised forever.
"I met Jaejoong." Yoochun reluctantly mentions, watching Yunho closely to see his reaction.
The drink stops in mid-air, eyes showing so many emotions at once before it's all hidden behind coldness. "And?"
You close your eyes, letting the memories flood your mind. Abruptly, they stop and what you see is Jaejoong standing next to someone. He's smiling, bright and happy, and you once thought only you would produce that smile from him, but not anymore. Opening your eyes, a tear slides down your cheek and you instantly wipe it away. Yoochun's words rings through your mind as you look down at the picture one last time, the last thing that connects you and him, before pressing the delete button, forever erasing Jaejoong from your life.
Maybe now, you can move on and find happiness and love in someone else the same way he did that way when you meet Jaejoong again, you can face him without fear, regret, or sadness.