Title: Coffee Shop
A:N: I was thinking of this girl as dating Jaejoong. ridiculous ftw.
Okay, so I haven't been feeling motivated at all lately. There is no motivation in my life for anything, and accordingly, I haven't felt like writing anything. After reading the awesome fics at dbsk_het, I'm kind of glum. Has anyone even missed me? ;_;
I already know no one's going to respond to that.
I’ve been waiting for no more than ten minutes, but it sure feels like longer. Changmin finally breezes in the door and takes a seat without even ordering a coffee. My legs are bouncing, unable to keep still.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“What makes you think something is wrong?” I say casually.
He glances at the table, where I realize too late that I’ve left evidence.
“You’re eating six pieces of sugar-free gum,” he said after counting the wrappers. “There’s something wrong.”
“Don’t say things like that.”
“Like what?” he asks with amusement.
“Don’t pretend you know me that well. Maybe I like sugar-free gum.”
“Listen, I’m the last person who would pretend I know something that I don’t. But I’m not going to pretend I don’t know things that I do know.”
I sit back glumly.
“Now what’s wrong?” He pulls my mug over and takes a sip.
“He doesn’t want me to meet his parents.”
His eyes meet mine.
“So…you think he wants you to lose weight?”
I roll my eyes.
“Okay, you’re really reading too much into the sugar-free gum.”
“Okay. So dump him.”
Now I stare at him.
“You are being entirely unhelpful!”
“What do you want me to say?! There’s obviously a reason, and I can’t tell you what he’s thinking!”
“Well, how am I supposed to find out what the reason is?” I ask.
“Oh, I don’t know…maybe…ask him.”
I give a long sigh.
“Why did I call you.”
He smiles for a minute, then he knocks on the table to get my attention and leans in close.
“I know you well enough to know what you need. You need me to knock some sense into you, because on your own you are a dramatic mess. Spit out that big, disgusting wad of gum, and go ask him what’s going on. There’s nothing wrong with you, and your relationship is going fine except that you both fail to communicate. Now stop being a drama queen and ask him why you can’t meet his parents.”
“That’s it?” I ask.
“That’s it,” he says firmly. “I’ll even take care of your coffee for you.”
“You’re such a great friend,” I say as I gather my things. “You rush to my aid, give me advice, and even sacrifice 3 bucks for me.”
His eyes are lopsided.
“I know, I’m the best, right?”
I lightly slap the back of his head.
“…I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Can’t wait,” he says cheerfully as he waves me out.