Thread by @spectacularlost

#KimChay AU | "meet"

There was a strange man who always came by Porchat's shop. He always bought the same cup of coffee--black, no sugar--and a bag of pastries to go. Always the special, and he never ate them there.

He liked to sit quietly in a corner, looking out the window.

Chay always felt a strange twinge of sadness whenever he saw that man by himself, but he seemed at peace whenever he sat in his little corner, sipping at his drink. Sometimes he read books, sometimes he worked quietly on his tablet.

But strangely, Chay was a little happy.

Today, it rained heavily and Chay hadn't expected him to drop by. But he did, like clockwork.

Dark hair, swept back; a black coat layered over his black clothes. He cut a harsh figure against the backdrop of house greenery that Chay surrounded his shop with.

But Chay was glad to see him. And the clouds parted, like some cheesy romcom, and sun cut through the blue hue from the gloomy weather.

The man was handsome. But he seemed a little sad each time.

And every time he looked at Chay, Chay felt that they probably met somewhere in the past, somehow.

In some distant past.

Maybe another world where Chay knew the music he made.

In a distant, strange time where maybe Chay even loved him. Maybe.

But Chay was probably being silly. The man wasn't looking at him like that. Right? Couldn't be.

Because really, he and Chay haven't met.

Haven't been introduced. Haven't spoken except for "Coffee?" "Yes." "The special?" "Yes."

But maybe today will be different. Chay has a strange a feeling it will be.

"Hi, what's your name?" Chay asks.

The man smiles.

"Kim."

And somehow, Chay finds himself smiling back. And things fall into place.
/End