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the perfect patient

Jongdae was easily affected by any and all compliments that came from Kris. He wondered if Kris was groomed to just always speak so well if it was a natural ability- but Jongdae was totally prey. He beamed in response to the comment and gently touched his fingers against his styled hair. “Thank you. It’s not something I’ve really done before but I wanted to try it.” He wanted to look nice for Kris so he thought he should try just a little harder to look nice.

Having their hands linked felt incredibly nice. He could feel his smile getting a little too big. If he wanted to save his reputation, Jongdae would have to find a way not to show Kris how nice he thought it was. Still, he gave a small squeeze with a small, happy hum. Their hands felt nice and fit together rather well. “You do?” He smiled at him as they shifted the conversation around when they sat in the booth. “I come here pretty often. I found it when I started my residency. They almost seem like family in a way. Everyone is incredibly friendly.” He took a quick look around before smiling towards Kris again. “It feels very comfortable and there’s no pressure here.”

He liked planning ahead- he liked it because it meant more time with Kris. Jongdae gave an enthusiastic nod. “We’re going to have to come back again. There’s no way we can eat all of my favorites in one or two visits.” Jongdae leaned forward as well, pulling the menu with him. He pointed at a few items excitedly. “I’m not sure what you like but all the pasta here is amazing. The stuffed pork is good. Salads are good. Dessert is the best,” he admitted with a guilty chuckle. Jongdae ate way too many sweets at this restaurant. “Don’t be shy and definitely get dessert here.”

Jongdae was encouraged by Kris’s words to be a little bolder. He slid his hand across the table, palm up. “May I?” He asked, “I’d like to hold your hand again. It felt really nice- to hold your hand.” Something just felt right about all of this, like everything clicked into place. Is this what it feels like to fall in love with the person that is meant just for you?

There would always be a variation to the end result of trial and error, the element of uncertainty pegged to it was the causal of the unpredictable outcome. Kris was as cautious as a vulnerable deer loitering within the district of residence, where danger was looming large, predominantly dominated by violent beasts who would bare their sharp canines and sink them into the tender flesh of any non-suspicious prey, so he mentally applauded the male for his courageous partaking in the inconclusive experiment, despite the availability of safer option that would yield great success in winning Kris' heart over without substantial effort put forth.

"You have pretty good sense, I must say. You look really good," the heartfelt opinion being enunciated had the selfish agenda of recreating the upward arc of happiness, presumption of the positive emotion that could be one of the myraid of emotions eluded, an inexplicable additive within the blissful curve that Kris' couldn't put a name to that coaxed Kris to inundate the male with excessive utterance of admiration. Even with an ulterior motive, all in good nature, there was, undoubtedly, a brimming sincerity within each syllable.

"I really do, I suppose I'll visit here often even if you're not able to come here with me," his gaze flickered across the entirety of the venue. Cocooning himself within the atmospheric mixture of carbon dioxide and oxygen with the constant intrusion of the aroma diffusing through the air that never ceased to spur the salivary gland into action exceeded mere savory gratification, the cozy environment was very Kim Jongdae-esque, and Kris would be a willing victim of the uniquely concocted drug if he wasn't able to physically fit his fingers in between the male's—basking in the alternative that would be a vivid reminder of the male was a rather feasible measure to sate the addiction of the male's companionship. "So I guess we'll be coming here often for our future dates?" The seeking for affirmation was not a tease of your plans, but to reaffirm his wish for Jongdae to play a role in his daily life, in his rather packed schedule that would only allow a less than decent amount of time for unwinding himself. "I'd be sure to try out all of your favorite, and we must get the dessert then, I suppose it's your favorite?"

The skin-to-skin contact was undoubtedly welcomed by the taller male, paralysis of the nerves which responsibility involved transmission of electrical signals between his mouth and the organ which dwelling was the skull being the one of the more prominent side effect that he had a high tolerance for, willingness to withstand it was at its peak, even if it was only for a times pan that could have gone undetected, only a fraction of the single tick of the clock. "Of course, you can," the request that he would readily comply was accentuated by the firm pressure around Jongdae's hand, approximation of the ratio of what their hands could be fleeting through his mind at an inappropriate timing, the contemplation was a first for Kris.

Perhaps destiny really played an important role in the condemnation of search for soulmate in the concept purported by Plato. "I like how your hand fit into mine so..." the hesitance wasn't in intent, "perfectly."

Sorry for all the replies and starters I owe and the lack of responses to the asks and whatnot, I'll try to get to them as soon as possible. Life's been pretty hectic, considering how it's nearing the end of the year and there's a whole lot of obligations that I have to attend to and I couldn't use internet at work as freely as I used to be. Anyway, welcome to all the new people and I hope everyone enjoys the upcoming holidays. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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the perfect patient

Jongdae laughs warmly in the phone. “Of course I’ll pick up the tab. I’m a gentleman.” He would pick up the tab for every date if that meant he got to see Kris every day. There was more to Kris than just his perfect teeth. Yes, that is what made him pause and take a closer look but the man was so addicting. He couldn’t help that he was drawn to him. Kris was magnetically attractive, not only physically but mentally. “It’s okay. I’d like it if you were nervous, if I was you. It means the person on the other end really likes you, right?” He gave a small cough, a little embarrassed at his confession but only spoke of real feelings.

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Waiting for Kris made time feel so slow. He anxiously glanced around and would straighten his spine to try to look composed. Though, any attempt that Jongdae made was quickly shattered as soon as he saw the lawyer come striding his way. Jongdae’s face broke out into a wide smile and he was just so excited. He was there. He really came and the date really was going to happen.

He pressed a hand against his honest heart to try to stop its frantic beating. Kris looked so good. His legs were long, he was dressed suavely, and the look on his face was better than any words could try to give justice. Jongdae stepped forward with his smile growing just a notch and he reached forward, sliding soft fingers against Kris’s wrists in eager greeting. “Thank you. You look great yourself. Honestly, really, really attractive too.” He bit the bottom of his lip to try to quell his smile but he was so happy that it was hard to hide.

“Follow me.” Slowly, Jongdae slipped a hand into Kris’s and gave it a gentle squeeze as he started to lead him through the restaurant. He brought him to the cozy corner with the romantic lighting. “I hope you like it. This place feels like home to me; the staff is really nice here.” He guided Kris to his seat before he regretfully let go of his hand and sat in front of him with another big smile. “Everything tastes good too.” He brought up his elbow and rested against his propped hand. He couldn’t help but lean closer. He wanted to be near him. He glanced down at his menu before peaking up with a warm and gentle smile. “I’m really glad you came on this date with me.”

Trepidation was a foreign vocabulary in the involvement of interactions between individuals. Even if the person had an established reputation of his name being rolled off the tip of everyone's tongue on a daily basis, it was never in the equation, because Kris' confidence was bordering narcissistic but still within the healthy range that wouldn't have been within the spectrum that would entail a thorough mental health assessment.

So it was strange, when there was an involuntary perturbation within his mind, whether or not his outward appearance could be marred by the upshot of the wild throbbing enclosed within his chest; if there was an unnoticeable track of wrinkles that may embellish his shirt in an unwelcome manner that triggered his ungloved hand into a motion of sweeping the heel of his palm to iron out the unsightly lines with the body heat, or if there was a sudden sprout of grey enshrouded within that the charcoal colored locks that lifted the his bony limb to rearrange the smooth strands that was free of any hair-styling product. All was irrational but actual worries that plagued the male. Kris had not let the disturbing emotion wreck the tranquility of his being, composure in such a setting was a mandatory precondition in order to impress. Jongdae's smile offered the slightest consolation in the restoration of a normal heart rate, halting it for a mere second before his heart started its flurry of pitter-pattering again, the new found congenial warmth encircling his own wrist was the only feasible explanation to it.

Kris recalled vivdly, the statement of heartfelt confession by Jongdae, since every single words verbalized by the male was clearly tucked within the depression of the organ enclosed within the cranium. Jongdae had the extraordinary ability in putting a permanent curl on Kris' countenance without any conscious effort. That, ascertained the undeniable fact that he did like the male, more than he'd thought, within a ridiculously short time span. But hours, minutes and seconds were never a true measurement in the science of romantic chemistry. The curve of his lips took on a larger portion of his visage, it was impossible to hide the twinkling happiness found within his dilated pupils.

"Thank you, too. I like how you styled your hair." The compliment was resultant of an observation made by his keen eyes, it was not hard to derive the inference that Jongdae had decidedly spotted a radically different hairdo that underscored his good looks. The sonata of winter belted by cold wind slicing the pallid ash that peppered the earth with crystallized flakes left a trace of evidence in the fingertips of Kris within the distance between the car park and the restaurant. They were cold and Jongdae's fingers were a stark contrast to his own, the body heat was enough to chase away the cruelty of the weather. Readily being in tow of Jongdae's, his own much bigger hand enveloping the smaller of the male that Kris thought, was cute. "I like the place because it's really you. I suppose you visit here often?" He spoke, his orbs were busied with flickering over the homey surrounding, nevertheless, his attention was still very much on Jongdae and he couldn't help directing a rather disappointing glimpse towards their separated hands.

"You'll have to give me recommendation and what are your favorites, so that I can try them, and if we couldn't manage to try out everything, we can always come back again," Kris was already paving his way to a possible subsequent date because everything was already better than imagined thus far, his body was inclined forward, the body language signaled an intense interest towards Jongdae, craving to be within his arm reach.

"I could say the same. I'm glad that you agreed," his soft gaze lingered on Jongdae's warm smile that never failed in beaming his own.

the perfect patient

“Are you going to make me wait more often?” He asked partly to tease and partly to ease his curiosity. He wouldn’t have to wait long if he didn’t want, though. He quickly entered in the man’s phone number with a small smile. It felt good to finally have his number- even though he could have ripped it from his records. He had gotten his number the honest way and knew that feelings were reciprocated on some level. He was happy.

He let out a curious hum. “A lawyer?” He hadn’t made up his mind what Kris did for a living so this didn’t conflict with preconceived ideas- but it made sense. “No wonder you wear nice suits and talk so well.” He didn’t mean it as an insult but just an observation. Kris was an incredibly polished person and Jongdae admired that. Jongdae himself was an honest and warm person but sometimes a little awkward and rough around the edges. “That must be hard and you have long hours, don’t you? You must be tired.” But, together, they would fill in each other’s missing spots, wouldn’t they?

“It’ll be my pleasure to find a nice place for you.” He smiled and adjusted himself on the couch. “I’ll text you the address and time. All you have to do is bring yourself.” Saying that made the butterflies in Jongdae’s stomach start up in a flurry of action. It really was going to happen. He was going on a date with his perfect patient. It was really happening. “Ah!” He breathed quietly into the phone out of sheer surprise. He pinched himself to make sure it was real but he didn’t expect to actually hurt himself. He rubbed the reddening spot and gave a quick laugh. “Sorry, I pinched myself. Didn’t mean to say anything into the phone.” He rubbed his fingers through his hair, eyebrows pinching together sheepishly. “I swear I’m not usually this bad. I’m just really nervous and excited to be going on this date with you.”

When it came time to get off the phone, Jongdae immediately sent the address for a quaint restaurant on the outskirts of Hongdae for 7 o’clock. He hoped it wasn’t too late but he wanted to make sure this was certainly a romantic evening date. He wanted the message to be loud and clear.

At the restaurant, Jongdae waited by the entrance. He came here for lunch often when he had extra time. The restaurant was small with little booths tucked into cozy, private corners. The wood was a warm chestnut and was lovingly polished. At night time, fairy lights twinkled warmly from the ceiling, giving the feel as if they were on a summer patio. The lights were dimmed and quiet instrumental music played in the background. It was all very Jongdae. It was homey and comfortable, nothing flashy.

Likewise, Jongdae dressed nicely but still comfortably. He wore dark pants and a nice button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was styled boyishly messy- a move that was a little new to him but he hoped Kris liked it. He nervously bounced on his heels with a small, curious smile while he waited. He had a good feeling about tonight.

Detection of any negativity formulated in the replies of Chen was an absolute void, and the breath that Kris had been holding in anticipation of any possible prejudice towards his career choice was expelled with relief, though his certainty was cemented, firm as the asphalt ground that the male was a benevolent being with a heart the size of the Jupiter, or rather, universe, boundless, without any measurable breadth. That was an overstatement, but Jongdae was one of a kind, he deemed, his voice and his smile having the homicidal quality to halt his heart beat within a millisecond. Kris was lucky to be able to regain the proper functionality of the pulsating organ. Though, he would never allow himself to be caught in any mishap that would foil his own chance of rarity at knowing the type of songs that Jongdae looped everyday without ever getting sick of the melody, or the kind of food that would trigger Jongdae’s gag reflex because of an unexplained repulsion towards what may be deemed as delicacies to others.

"I do have long hours, but I've gotten used to it," the concern perceived in between the query and inference made elicited a response with an implication of don’t worry about me in the sentence though the severity of the conversation was toned down a few notches with the transition of the topic to that of their upcoming date. "Are you telling me that you’ll be picking up the tab?" There was a lilt of tease and there was no expectancy towards the sudden quiet exclamation that Kris had nearly spilled words of apprehension though he was gawping, his visage was that of a goldfish gasping for air when the words were being pushed backwards into his throat after hearing the adorable explanation. What streamed through his lips were mirth of laughter instead, not of mockery, but of admiration. "It’s not bad at all, you’re cute. I’m glad that you’re nervous and excited even though that doesn't sound very nice of me to like the fact that you’re nervous."

There came the time when Kris had to bid goodbye with reluctance, and vague images of what the restaurant could possibly look like from what he could recall after the screen of his phone lit up with an icon tagged to Jongdae's name, cheery note was the companion to the address. But he possessed no eidetic memory, hence, Kris could only utilize his imagination skills.

The vivid fantasy weaved that would materialize into reality of going on a date with Jongdae was the lovely accompaniment to his sleep that night.

The importance of punctuality was not an inherent tendency for Kris, the concept, akin to utilitarianism, of each ticking second that could be a direct translation into calculable values in monetary terms was instilled gradually, and eventually became an indispensable trait. Thus, under circumstances of normalcy, it would be a chance of peculiarity to see Kris sprinting to the venue with a countenance that one may have mistaken it for a marathon runner striving to cross the finishing line triumphantly, and for an event as important as being graced the opportunity of being lavish the sole attention of the man whom he scored a date with, Kris would have a preference of spading his own graveyard than to shattering his own impression.

Despite utmost vigilance in the avoidance of any situation that may incidentally crop up, mishap always happened at the most unexpected time without any forewarning.

Therefore, it was unfortunate, when his client had the curiosity of a young child being brought into the world of wonderland. Regularity was that Kris held no appreciation for spontaneity despite being one who would every so often do things without any pre planned steps to take, but the lady was bawling her eyes, sclera turned from a canvas of pallid to that of blood shade. Kris was a human, pulsating organ made out of blood and flesh with the capability of clenching at heart wrenching scene of a parent pleading for a aiding hand of warmth.

Perhaps it was Kris nonrhythmic tapping of his feet out of unexpressed impatience for the old lady to leave, she captured the cue that it was way past the universal time for all white collar employees to knock off from work, blessing Kris with the mercy of ample preparation time to get to the destination, no time for Kris to swap his outfit to a more appropriate one that would impress the male.

And perhaps Lady Luck was shining its torch of hope on Kris, there was a leather jacket on the back seat of the car, one that he left there the previous night because the temperature plunged to an all time low and he was unwilling to make sacrifices when it concerned his fashion taste, moreover, on an important first date. So, he swapped his all too formal for a date blazer for the leather jacket, matching it with his white shirt with only the topmost button left undone and his pair of slim cut black pants that accentuated the length of his lower limbs.

On the dot, he was striding to the entrance after parking his adorable Volkswagen Beetle that was a mismatch to his own tall physique, his crystal orbs were radars, particularly apt in spotting his date for the evening, who, Kris thought, was really attractive, the way his hair was tousled intentionally that brought out the other side of Jongdae that he'd never seen in the dentist's office.

"You're really..." handsome, but the adjective died on his tongue, not because it was a lie, but because the word did no justice to how good Jongdae looked to him and no amount of descriptive adjective would, either. Beauty really lies in the eyes of beholder and Kris was starstruck, no matter the number of time his gaze landed on the male. "Attractive."

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the perfect patient

Jongdae was human. Hearing someone miss him felt good just because he knew he was missed. Hearing that someone being his perfect patient, Kris, say that made him feel like he was soaring above everything. It got to the point that he reached over and pinched the top of his hand just to make sure things were honestly and truly real. The little pinch of truth made him chuckle happily into the phone receiver. “It feels good to hear you say that,” he admitted. Jongdae wasn’t a person who pulled any punches. He told people what he thought and how he felt as often and sometimes tactfully as possible. His feelings towards Kris were certainly no exception.

“What do you do again?” Kris knew exactly what Jongdae did for a living but the dentist was feeling a little lost on Kris’s personal details. “But it did feel like a really long time, you are right. I was waiting by the phone,” his voice turned sheepish, “You probably knew though by how fast I picked up your call.”

Jongdae wished he was as smooth as the enviably tall man. His charm was in his candor and warmth. It wasn’t smooth nor was it cool. He wanted to knock Kris’s socks off, for better lack of a phrase, the same way he was getting taken by the man. “Good- yes!” He answered quickly before he backtracked. “I had a few patients left but the day did drag on. It felt like it was two days wrapped in one.” He dropped one topic for the one he had been waiting for all day. “I would really like that. Is your evening free and do you have a favorite place in mind?” He let out another chuckle, eyes crinkling happily. “You know my hours already. Evenings work well for me and if you don’t have a place I am sure I can find something nice and cozy.” He took a quick breath, something just slightly audible over the phone line in the same way his smile could be heard, “I am really looking forward to this date.”

Clarity of the intonation of sincerity was as lucid as distilled water, made apparent from the number of rings resounded before it was being replaced by the dentist's mesmerizing voice. That, was aside from Jongdae's own spilling confession of the excruciating elongated wait for an unfamiliar number to flash across the screen of your phone incessantly in beckoning at the male to pick up the long awaited call. It was no feat that Kris was able to decipher the encrypted message of the anticipation of this phone call, akin to a long breath a person had been holding just so that he could inhale deeply after, the deprivation of oxygen was acutely high that the air held a disillusionary sense of saccharine. It was the same for him. "It feels good to know that you're waiting by the phone," and there was hundred percent certainty that Jongdae could hear the curve of lips in his words.

"I work as a lawyer," he answered, voice quieter than the previous statement as he revealed yet another detail of himself, his profession this time round and a vague thought crossed his mind as quick as the disappearance of a plunging meteoroid incising the sky with a trail of blaze, how would the male perceive him to be, for the general perception of lawyer vacillated between one upholding truth and justice to that of a cunning professional doing legal deceit. Perhaps that may shed light on his practiced smooth talking, though it was an entirely different compartment from heated exchange of arguments wrapped under the elegance of articulating legal code.

He listened to the man's narration of the day and despite doing his best to withhold the laughter, he was doing so albeit in a quiet manner, an expression of his adoration towards the adorable trace within the way you were fleeting between topics of no relation. He was glad that Jongdae was nothing like himself and perhaps this was the work of law of attraction that they were on different axes, poles apart. North pole would never meet north pole and likewise for the south.

"I haven't thought of a place, maybe you should choose the place instead since I'd like to see where your favorite place is," when he really did have a place if he thought harder, smiling at no one in particular in the office. Keen interest permeated his voice because he was interested in what the dentist may have in store and he was akin to an onion that was only willing to peel each layer at a measured pace and he wouldn't do a show hand that would possibly extinguish that blaze of mystery he had. His smile broadened significantly, reveling in every little breath his love interest took between each word as though he was breathless from talking to him, "And I am really looking forward to see you again."

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with seat kicks we soar ; kris & tao

He never liked flying; the sense of entrapment inside a steel container floating in the air, threatening thousands of metres drop down to the ground — something he detested, something he disliked with the curling inside his stomach.

Still, flying was a must to get home to his parents, and still he had found himself in the Beijing flight as the Qingdao flight had been fully booked days before. The acute situation he had found himself demanded him home now. Zitao was not happy — and he felt like he was nineteen all over again after stumbling in the city of the unknown world — sitting in his seat with music perched in his ears.

Loud. Drowning. Crashing into him with cruelty.

Somehow, when flying, he felt the necessity to fly with horrible rap music blaring inside his ears, making him nod his head with the beat as curses flew out the rapper’s mouth. It was a connection away from home, a connection with the detestable air. At the window seat he sat, with feet close to and back straight, fingers drumming against thighs.

Rebelling streaks, horrible taste of chewing gum against his tongue; he kicked his foot against the back of the seat — a thrumming of anger inside him churning as the plane took to air; the big metal body picking up in speed and simply overtaking air. He kicked at the wall of the seat with no particular care.

He was 24, no longer a teen and no longer a child, and he was angry.

#with seat kicks we soar #;paragraphs #hdxtao

Transportation was a noble mankind invention, for the capability of human’s lower limbs was limited to short distance traverse, stamina could be enhanced with endurance but speed was a hindrance in transiting between borders of different territory. The evolution from borderline abuse of cattle to tow a box carved out of sturdy wooden blocks to the usage of steel or light weight aluminium, structures were of imitation of a soaring winged vertebrates was the great expedition of human civilization.

Innocence was a familiar stranger to Kris, dissipated with every birthday song sang annually, his name inserted into the variable, holding the ownership of the celebratory melody for the day. Its presence was at the age when Kris was still unable to draw the distinction between fantasy and reality, bony arms mimicking the flap of the bird's wing in hope that he could glide with ease. Entitlement of freedom was every child's dream, and Kris would utter a prayer to wish for hollow bones that would grant him the lifetime access to the sky. While the sad truth dawned upon the tall male that he would never be able to flutter his way into the boundless canvas painted with the shade of blue, there was the airplanes that could execute the same task.

Vivid images of the excitement that shook his entirety into a restless state still resided within the confinement of his skull, he was inept at ceasing the upward tilt of his lips as his gaze glued to the glass window, witnessing the magnificent landscape unfolding before his eyes, albeit the transparent barrier that disallowed him to verify if the wisp of clouds are indeed the texture of soft cotton candy that would melt upon contact with his tongue.

As with the innocence that gradually slipped away, the excitement receded with every business trip, the prospect of flying back and forth between countries located in different continents within a short span of time, was unappealing what with it taking a toll on Kris' energy level. And the least he was expecting was a violent shudder of awakening in his seat that roused him from the realms of fantasy. Straightening himself from the seat as he turned to see who had perpetrate such joke of cruelty on him, Kris' gaze roamed on the evidently livid male who was seated right behind him for a brief moment.

"Excuse me," his heavy eyelids were an indication of unfulfilled sleep, "could you please not kick my seat?"

hdxtao replied to your post:3, 9, 44, 52, and 58

( last answer. such sleaze hahaha — oh my god i love ‘em )

( I'm mentally shaking my head at Kris. Hahaha--- )

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3, 9, 44, 52, and 58

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

"I had never really followed what happened up north. Sometimes it seemed like an entirely foreign land, but in the spring of ’74 the violence came south.” It’s a book that I’ve been reading for the past few days.

9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Well, Epik High, they have some interesting songs with lyrics that are kind of… interesting.

44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

A great relationship, in my opinion, is one that’s built upon trust and love. Commitment and determination to sustain a relationship are of utmost important as well. The person has to have a sense of responsibility as much as you do. Falling in love may not be a choice but staying in love is a choice that you made. Sadly, I doubt I am a good candidate for great relationship.

52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

Myself, because it’s against my morality to decide who should stay alive or who should cease to exist, regardless of the deeds they have committed.

58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

To your side, darling.

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False Accusation - Kris // Mika

He wasn’t quite sure how it happened, all Mika knew was that he was afraid of where it was going to end up. The day had started fine, with Mika getting his first pay check from the garage- meaning he could actually eat and not worry so badly about food and money and everything else that ran through his mind on a daily basis. He’d pulled on his only pair of clothes that didn’t have holes in them- which consisted of just a pair of black jeans and a black wife beater. Mika didn’t even own a winter coat, making due with a black hoodie with a faded band logo on the back that was unreadable. He’d half frozen on his way to the small cafe that was close to his apartment, slender frame trembling by time he’d entered the building.

The woman behind the counter didn’t seem too thrilled to see him- Mika had that aura of someone homeless and he knew it. He still had that shifty look that came from running from the cops and looking behind his shoulder all the time. It made him look like trouble, or like he was in trouble, and he couldn’t help it. But he’d kept his smile pleasant as he’d ordered a cup of coffee and a muffin from the display counter, paying with a wad of crumpled bills and coins. Mika even bowed politely as he took the bag and cup of coffee, going over to a table to sit down and enjoy his muffin in the warmth of the shop. And for a moment, everything was perfect, and Mika felt something close to happiness again.

That was until a cop entered the cafe and went to talk to the cashier, who pointed him in Mikas direction. He was barely aware of the cop, caught up in the delicious taste of his coffee and the warmth it spread through him. It wasn’t until the cop came and stood behind him, his deep voice telling him to put the coffee down and stand up that Mika even realized he was there. The fear that spread through him was instant, sending his heart racing and his chest tightening in an incoming panic attack. “W-what for?” He stammers out as he was dragged up out of his chair by his arm. “Theft.” Mika was stunned, mouth gaping open as the police officer began to pat him down.

Flash backs ran through his head as the cops hands moved over him, his body automatically trying to jerk away. “I didn’t steal nothin! You can’t frisk me without due cause. I know my rights.” Mikas voice was thin with panic but loud enough to draw even more attention to the situation as he jerked away, only to be slammed down onto the table and his arms yanked behind his back. “And now resisting arrest. dont make things harder for yourself boy.” The cold metal of the cuffs clamped down around his wrists and Mika worried he’d throw up on top of everything else. “I didn’t do anything- you can’t do this…” Even as he said it, his voice went weak. He was just some street kid that was going to get sent back to the boys home if he wasn’t sent to juvie- even if he hadn’t done anything. It was their word against his, and he knew he wouldn’t win this fight.

#hdxmika #false accusation #;paragraphs #[ sorry because this took way too long ]

Winter, when the withering beauty of maple leaves ushered the flecks of spectacular white diving south in reunion with its companion to embellish the ground colored with a prism of dispersed color to form a unison of non-pigmented flooring. The snow had yet to descend, but the icy breeze of loneliness was wafting through the air threatened the incision of fragile epidermis. Everyone was clad in thick armors of down feathers and wool in protection against the cruelty of biting cold. The popularity of burning tongue beverages soared in exponential rate with every decrease in the digit of degree celcius, the solace of warmth drizzled down the passage that further unfurled in the abdomen, gnawing away the melancholic chill.

Purposeful ignorance of the side effects that constituted the jitters in the nerves that would overstimulate his senses, insomniac night an essential to put a tick to the pending items to be accomplished on the to-do list, Kris patronized the cafe, customer service was never at its best despite being of importance in current day society yet it didn't dampen the spirit of caffeine and saccharine addicts to get their daily dose of essentials. A particularly eye catching individual appeared within the line of sight that quirked the eyebrows of the lawyer in curiosity, the demeanor whispered a subtle vagrancy but there was always more to meet the eyes, and Kris’ belief was to never judge a book by its cover. Hence, Kris diverted his attention to the chalkboard of scrawly handwriting barely intelligible that introduced the cafe’s special for the day, only to have his eyes oscillating back to the boy clothed with fabric that was insufficient in disallowing the cool breeze from worming their way through, abrasion to the skin that would leave harsh sanguine evidence of frost.

It was no surprise that the server behind the counter displayed groundless aversion to the male what with the abhor expression painted on her face and Kris shook his head in disapproval and second hand remorse. Social stratification was always a concept that held significance in Korean society, yet it was the lack of empathy in such cases that drawn the sigh of exasperation from Kris' lungs. The line to exchange wad of notes for the sweetened sensation pouring down the throat was exaggeratedly long, timing of the day was neither lunch time nor dinner time, needless to point out, it was not a weekend either. Perhaps the only contribution of factor that could explain the overcrowding phenomenon was the popular culture that had instilled the belief that purchasing overpriced coffee was a way to prove their societal status. Whatever that was, Kris was only relieved when it was finally his turn, his time was flying past at a faster rate, false belief woven from partaking in the leisure activity of observing the male who was indulging in his purchase. Before Kris' order was even taken, much to his displeasure, the patrols of police officers made their entrance conspicuously, evidently cordially invited by the handler of the cash register.

It was only a matter of few minutes, or even less, arrest of the male was executed at thunderbolt speed. Law enforcement officers who donned the navy blue uniform all year round despite the unforgiving weather were always too quick to derive judgmental judgement from stories spilled from supposed victims of the without gracing a chance to allow the supposed perpetrator to recount the account of what ensued. Manhandling the male without any forewarning apart from the mere criminal term who posed no definite threat was an unwarranted move, notwithstanding the fact that there was no apparent evidence that the scrawny male was the one who committed the misdeed.

Innocent only until proven guilty. The very first sentence uttered by the professor in the very first law lecture during his undergraduate days, and Kris wasn't going to be among the crowd of bystanders pointing fingers of accusatory nature at the male.

"You can detain him to assist you in the investigation," the lawyer spoke, "but you can't arrest him without any evidence."

You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-small can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Frowning at the query posed, fragments of memories was flickering before his pair of crystal orbs, decision making was a difficult task and despite the question having no impact on his life for its casual quality, Kris was trapping himself in the labyrinth of endless possibilities as though his answer would rewind his life and change the course of his life. It was after much deliberation when he finally uttered his answer, the tone was of puzzlement and uncertainty but it was really just regret,

"maybe I’d have told her that I love her, then hold her hand and never let her go."

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the perfect patient

Kris was so good at flattering Jongdae. He was so good that Jongdae wondered if this man was an actor or a model. How else could he be so good at it? What else could this man do to be just so charming? It was hard to stop himself from staring at the tall man with stars in his eyes. If beauty was in the eye of the beholder, Jongdae certainly saw beauty in front of him. He also knew that many people saw the exact same thing and it made him wonder what endeared Kris so much about the dentist? What made Jongdae so special?

Though, he had a feeling that he would find out. Kris had promised him a date and he was sure that the man would be honest enough to tell him if Jongdae asked. Maybe he would find out during the phone call or maybe during the date. In any case, his musings didn’t make the time go by any faster. He worked as diligently as he could to pass the time but it seemed like ages had passed since the promise that Kris would call him. It was all these reasons that made him so eager and breathless when he finally answered.

Just one word and Jongdae already had butterflies. His voice was so velvety rich. “This is Jongdae,” he mirrored happily. He was glad that Kris was so direct. He asked a question that had been teasing Jongdae. “Yes,” he admitted easily. “I did.” He flopped back onto his side and adjusted the phone closer to his ear so that he could hear his favorite patient. “Did you miss me? Did your day go on long too?”

Even though certainty had it that his abdomen was not an ideal breeding ground for organisms with wings or the likes, too acidic an environment that sustainability of any creatures with exception of perhaps parasitic organism would be impossible, the sensation of a thousand butterflies fluttering their wings unraveled in the pit of his stomach. His lips quirked into a smile, the affirmation to his question only served to bubble the chuckles in his throat despite suppressing them, but they slipped through the gap between his lips effortlessly, and he was sure the male would be able to hear the glee in the low rumble.

"I missed you too," truthful to his own feelings, he was disallowing his attention to be steered from the voice belonging to none other than the dentist despite Jongdae being the rightful source of distraction from his work, tossing his pen casually to the tabletop that missed its landing into the bamboo textured pen holder, plunging to the ground. He could only cringe inwardly, retrieval of the object could be made later, he told himself as he had to concentrate on the smooth baritone voice resonating from the wireless headset connected to the cellular device, a hand pressed onto it as if that would serve any purpose of boosting the volume of the male.

"It was too long for my liking, I have a lot of things to do and it's tiring. But as long as I get to hear your voice," his voice tampered off at the last word, sweet nothings was his expertise outside the compartment that was in relation to his career but there was still a difference between reciting such speech to the male and the people who he'd called his sweethearts. Yet, what was the exact reason, he couldn't pinpoint. Shrugging off the intrusive thoughts, he was striving to keep the conversation back on track, "how about you? About the date tomorrow, shall we have dinner together...?"

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the perfect patient

Jongdae wasn’t sure if he could handle how charming Kris was. Jongdae had his moments but he wasn’t always very smooth. He was honest but a little rough around the edges in his earnestness. He wasn’t quite so polished. Would that bother Kris? He wasn’t sure but he felt his heart skip a beat and race in skipping jumps every time he looked at him. His attraction for Kris was so strong and felt so right. It was a strange combination of serendipity that goaded Jongdae into acting uncharacteristically by accepting his appointment in hopes of spending more time with him- though he honestly never dreamed of a date.

“Surely you have had more charming people. You’re attractive,” he admittedly as his reasoning that there was people out there that were better at the dating game. Still, it was flattering. He gave the other a big smile and an enthusiastic nod. “Of course I will pick up. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He would probably be more than just picking the phone up quickly. He was sure his evening would be spent waiting for that call.

“Of course!” He assured but was disappointed to see him go so soon. He wanted to shake his hand, touch him, anything just to prolong the meeting but he let him go with another sunny, excited smile. Once the door was shut and Jongdae was alone, he gave a quick hop and shook his fists in the air happily. Luck was really on his side today!

Though, what came next was killer. Jongdae waited and waited and waited. Hours almost felt like days. He kept his phone on him all day and kept checking it impatiently. Jongdae wasn’t satisfied until it finally rang later that night. He dove across his living room, close to rolling off the couch as he pressed the phone excitedly to his ear with a breathless “Hello?”

Considering the career path undertaken by Jongdae, there was a brief wonderment if Jongdae partook in the scrutinization of human behaviors that had been of interest to biologist and the likes, even though Jongdae expertise lied in the bony structures which was functional in disintegrating the edibles. The dilation of his pupils accompanied by fleeting gazes whenever he met Jongdae's and the drumming of his heart against the ridge of his ribs buzzing over every single surrounding sound were telltale attraction to the dentist, physiological occurence that was only blatantly obvious to himself and not the rest of the world. Should Jongdae have any hindsight on the involuntary reactions within his bones and skins, which he should not, he'd be single-handedly shovelling a hole in the soil where he would declare his permanent residency. The only probable and logical explanation to the schizophrenic voice that lulled himself into the impossible possibilities of the ridiculousy was the void in the compartment of detachment practiced in the past, for once when he cared whether the potential date would have just as strong an affection as he had for him.

"Beauty lies in the eye of beholder," the compulsive over usage of metaphors was Kris habit that was hard to kick, but it was far more than accurate in illustrating what was truly felt in mere few words. Charm itself was a subjective subject and admittedly, there existed people who were living perfection carved out of carefully sculptured statues, mannerisms conforming to highest form of societal morality. But they weren't the same individual who would send a flurry of warmth crawling across his skin that would raised goosebumps with solely the syllable of his name being bitten out, they weren't close to being the person with an amicable tenor in his voice that would paused the motion of the pulsating organ. It was Jongdae, Kim Jongdae and revelation of the irrational infatuation of the ever so rational lawyer was out of question. Hence, a wave was what marked the end of the conversation, which wasn't a goodbye.

He was a ball of restless ever since he exited the exceptionally bright room where Jongdae's smile radiated rays of sunshine, that everything else was dull in comparison. The walk back to his office was especially tedious, trudging with the lead of grouch installed in the soles of his shoes, shoulders carrying the burden of dejection. The distraction from the seal of promise was derailing Kris' track of mind from the ponderous responsibility weighing down the table, the plethora pile of paper inscribed with hideous black ink of boredom inducing law statutes to which his visage was a deep set frown, undue resentment found between the the knitted eyebrows. The only motivation that had been spurring his hands into executing the overly practiced routine of harsh shoving into the overly abused keys imprinted with alphabets was the luxury of more time on hand in preparation of the first date he'd just scored.

Though his willpower was paper thin layer of glacier floating atop icy water warmed by the breeze of global warming, the burning urge intensified by the silent beckoning of his phone to feed the craving of Jongdae's voice was what persuaded Kris into spelling each character of Chen's name, numbers had yet been committed to procedural memory. The dial tone blasting through the headset of his phone was antagonizing, impatience was already taut as over stretched rubberband even though the rings count was less than the digits of a hand, and when, finally, the familiarity in the airy voice with subtle difference to what was heard in person trilled in his ear, "hello," was the prelude to the dialogue of the exchange of , "this is Kris," was the introductory chapter of the game of coquetry, and "did you miss me?" was the centre puzzle to be unravelled in the novella of longing.