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For Jay_Lorde 

Epilogue

Seoul.

Summertime, 2013. 

Joonmyeon attempts to pick up the cake at exactly 12:30 PM from a donut shop downtown. He saw the cake model two days ago and decided it was the best thing to get for the special day. Not to mention, a cute boy by the name of Yixing works there. 

"Back again, Mr. Kim?" Yixing smiles promtly at 12:31. "The cake is ready, I'm sure you'll like it."

Joonmyeon looks at the blue Doreamon clock above the coffee machine behind the employee. "It's 12:31, you're one minute late on the cake." A sour feeling sinks down to the bed of his stomach, but when he looks back to Yixing, the feeling melts slightly.

"Who is this..." Yixing bends down to slip the cake box out of the bottom of the counter. He reads off of the red velvet cake set in front of him, "person named Ka-ee..?" 

"He's a friend of mine. His real name is Jongin, but I just like to call him Kai. It suits him, you know?" 

"Yes," Yixing carefully plants the cake on the bottom of the box. He pushes a lid down on the box and loosely ties an orange ribbon as decoration. "I know." 

It's 12:35. Joonmyeon lets the conversation falter even though he doesn't want it to. Adorable, lovable Yixing smiles a little sadly. 

Maybe next time. 

--

Jongin and Joonmyeon sit in front of each other in a small apartment at 12:45 PM. Joonmyeon checks his watch for the time, and Jongin smiles a little when he sees that. He'd known the other for two years, and he never stopped checking his watch. It almost makes him think of Kyungsoo, always being reminded that he has limited time in this world. It seemed to always slap him in the face when he least expected it. 

"Stop checking your watch, it's my birthday."

Joonmyeon claws the damn thing off of his wrist and throws it off the balcony. When he looks around the room for something else to focus on, he notices a family photo on his friend's desk. It is right in front of a pencil holder along with a wrinkled blue paper crane. 

"You're right. I'm never getting a watch again." Joonmyeon sits himself down on the couch. "I didn't know you were into origami."

"That was a gift from Kyungsoo."

Jongin observes him for two minutes, noticing that his friend has once again, directed his attention to a time piece: the alarmclock on the dresser. Joonmyeon is torturing himself with the thought of punctuality. 

"I'm sorry, Kai. I can't help it." Joonmyeon apologizes profusely. He is new to pain, so he lets it bother him to the point of anxiety. Jongin notes that he is, ironically, like a broken clock, looking at the other working clocks and forcing his own gears to turn faster when there is no longer a valid point in doing so.

"It's okay." 

--

Joonmyeon waltzes through the newly cleaned glass doors of the shop.

Yixing isn't here. 

He looks at the clock. 1:40 PM. Did he arrive too late to catch Yixing on his shift? 

A/N: There! I hope you liked this epilogue. It's for you :)