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𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮.

the sky is so blue, people says. but hongjoong never once could understand what does that mean; for his whole life he lives in greys, and will continue to do so as long as his destined one decide to play hide and seek a little longer.

though oftentimes people see that as pitiful, on the contrary, he kind of likes it. really. because living in grey comes with it's own perks. taking an example, he can always annoy wooyoung, his housemate, with his blind sense of bright colored fashion; choosing random clothes to wear, and put everyone's eyes on danger. wooyoung, the poor child, will glare and mutter a string of curses and cusses towards his nameless soulmate. solely for not coming sooner, and let his hyeong taste the beautiful world of colors.

hongjoong, finds it super entertaining that he pulls the prank almost everyday.

“hyeong,”

hongjoong turns his head, and meets with a pouty wooyoung dead on. the boy's clad in everything grey as per usual (you can't really blame his color blind eyes), and is sitting on his soulmate's lap. all curling in like a small cat, considering how big and tall yunho is. they look so cuddly, and hongjoong's heart is swimming in fondness.

“yeah?”

“do not forget to pick san's coffee on your way!”

“that,” he says, “i remember.”

therefore, he begins his usual small journey towards his office just a few blocks away; carefully making a new note in his head about san's coffee along the way, and fastens his step. knowing his favorite place will be swarmed full with morning people demanding for the same thing―a warm hearty breakfast from the new coffee shop.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱, that just got opened last month. he found it accidentally when the rain decided to come, and he had no umbrella in hand. the only choice he had back then, was to take shelter inside; where he found out the nice taste of the beverages, and hongjoong unconsciously made a new habit to visit it every morning before he arrive on his workplace. simply to fetch his coffee, and treat himself with something sweet when his mood's up for it.

when the bell chimes up, he notices there's a new guy behind the counter. not the usual park seonghwa and his gentle smile. today, it's the tall guy with a black hat covering his eyes. hongjoong makes a beeline and waits for his turn; watching distractedly as people in front of him slowly but sure gets their things done. when the queue's up, he shuffles forward like an awkward penguin.

“hello―” his greeting, is abruptly interrupted by a loud crashing sound. hongjoong's eyes widens as his gaze lands on the breaking mug just behind the barista's back. poor boy must have his nerves on haywire today. hongjoong sighs sympathetically.

“i'm sorry,” the guy says as he takes a step back with the intention to clean the mess. his voice, surprisingly is so deep and latched with nervousness, and yet hongjoong finds it so pleasant to hear. “it's my first day at work.”

“it's more than fine.” he nods briefly. even though the guy probably can't really see it. when the realization dawns on, he adds more quickly. “just be careful.”

the barista lifts his head, and hongjoong thinks probably he was supposed to greet and thank him properly. but, never in his life he ever thought about what the universe had stored for him; because hongjoong really is not prepared about what's gonna come when their eyes locks for seconds, and watches as destiny unravels right under his nose; the barista's pretty orbs gradually changes their color from grey, into something that he can't really remember.

hongjoong blinks.

so, this is 𝘪𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵. the miracle people with soulmate always talked about back then; about the gift fate had written for each one. and today, he got to meet his own.

“... oh.”

the clumsy barista stares back and seems to realize what's happening as well. hongjoong holds his breath when he notices the shy smile the boy's showing; as his own also starts to bloom upon fetching the sight.

“what is your name?”

“mingi,” the barista chirps out, “song mingi.”

“i'm hongjoong.” he says a tad bit hurriedly; consciously gets reminded about people piling up behind. “nice to meet you, i guess? and―i know this is maybe too fast but i suppose i'll need your number for future scientific purpose?”

song mingi giggles, and instantly, hongjoong decides he really loves the sound. and those little crescents that comes with it as well. they only met for five minutes, and he's so smitten already.

“yeah, sure.”

therefore, after exchanging numbers and 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 get san's coffee in his hand, hongjoong leaves the coffee shop all drunk in new colors, and a promise to have a call later when the day ends. it's a little overwhelming, he supposes. but when he looks up towards the morning sky and finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 understand how does blue actually look, he halts his step and stares in awe.

blue, really is pretty.

𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙚, 8.17 pm.