He spinned his half-empty cup absent-mindedly, focusing on his daydreams, jumping and interguing. Sometimes he’d lean back lazily, other times with hands cupping around his beautiful face. The cafe he’s in would soon be closed, he knew it (since, well, it’s near 11 P.M—the tick sound seemed to move faster, though). Taking another sip, he threw his eyes away outside.

A man in black suit came after him. “Go home, Kibum.” He said hurriedly.

“Five minutes more,” Kibum rejected, send Minho ‘let me do as I please’ glare, “I’m a regular anyway.”

“It’s getting late. And dark.”

“What do you think city lights are for?”

“He won’t come, just give it up.” Minho sighed. “Kibum, please.”

“I stay.”

Minho wouldn’t dare doing any preventage actions or retort Kibum back—he would definitely lose, anyway. Despite the facts that he and Kibum had always been together (childhood – teen memorandum), and his perfection in every single thing Minho did; Kibum was still, beyond compare in arguments. And Minho could never beat that up. So he patted his shoulder comfortingly, losing for another round, then he dissappeared out of nowhere.

All Kibum wanted to do was waiting. He looked up, stare at his watch. 11 p.m.

Where are you? Kibum entertwined his fingers. Wishing in wishpers. You promised. You’d see me.

11.05.

He didn’t show up. The person Kibum was waiting for broke the vow. The tenth times in a decade.

Now Kibum was all alone again.


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random scribbles.

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