Where Have You Bean? | Yong Hoon x Reader

2 | Bitter(sweet)

The sound of your alarm slowly draws you away from the comfort of your dream as your body begins to stir. If things went your way, you would've liked to stay in that dream world where he resided because as you rolled over in bed, the other side of it where he would have been was barren and cold.

As soon as reality washed over you like chilled water, you immediately reached over to your phone to see if any messages were received as you slept. Perhaps your dream was a sign for a more favourable happening to come.

No messages.

You dropped your arms and tossed your phone to the side. What was the point of being awake? You stayed on your side, facing the window where he would've been.

Let's just stop this.

You could imagine his chest inches away from your lips, his arms encircling your body.

Let's just stop, okay?

Can one just live in denial of reality to fool the heart into thinking things are perfectly fine?

You reluctantly rose from your crinkled bed sheets and somehow found the breath to prepare for the morning.

Though it was not your usual routine, you felt the urge to make a visit to the coffee shop in the morning, so you went with your gut. Maybe it wasn't such an impulsive decision; you always did feel a little fuller after coming out of the glass doors of the shop. Not fuller in terms of hunger, but in feeling, as if you come in empty of any sort of content and leave with a better sense of yourself and what makes you. It was a difficult thing to describe.

You took the nearest empty seat since your favourite place was occupied. As you rummaged through your bag for something, a person approached your table.

"What can I get for you today?"

You looked up and saw a waiter smiling at you. But it wasn't the waiter from last night. You felt a hint of disappointment.

"A skinny latte to go, please." 

He gave you a nod before disappearing with your order.

Truly, what had compelled you to come in this morning? At first, you thought it was that special feeling you got from this cafe, but when you saw who had just walked through the doors, you wondered if it was because of more troublesome instincts.

He wore a pastel blue dress shirt buttoned up to his collarbones tucked into beige cargo pants. His hair was gelled back today, but such a business-casual look was usual for him. Since he stood in line, you assumed he came to get his morning coffee fix. He wouldn't be able to sit awake in front of a computer screen all day without the caffeine.

You neither sat close or far from the line in front of the shop, so it was difficult to decide how you ought to handle the situation. To avoid eye contact and pretend you didn't see him? To march up to him and ask him what the hell had happened? Years together, and you still didn't understand what thoughts occupied his mind, thereby making it difficult to decide what to do in response and to predict how he would treat this potentially uncomfortable meeting.

You went with the former decision, of course, with part of you hoping he would notice and walk over, the other half praying anxiously he wouldn't see a thing and just leave with his cup of morning coffee. You took out your phone and pretended to look through your texts, nearly dying of fright when the waiter returned with your cup.

He noticed in the corners of his eyes the little startled movement you made and your eyes met briefly for a moment, stirring your heart to beat even quicker than it was already. These few seconds dragged by stretched out by the countless beats of your heart heaviness of your feet like weights that kept you from running to him.