Too Late (A MinYul Drabble)
Title: Too Late (A MinYul Drabble)
Pairing/s: Yuri and Minho, MinYul
Word Count: 885
Author: shelovessushi
Rating: PG
Too Late
The night sky resembled that of velvet, specks of shimmering stars like diamonds and glitters scattered amongst it.
Minho raised his head up, appreciating its heavenly beauty. He felt the cool breeze gently caress his face and inhaled deeply, letting the fresh air contain his lungs. Minho felt calm, his mind at peace and his body tranquil.
Tonight, he had chosen to lean against a broken down lamppost just outside the coffee shop where she works--- part time, he guessed. The neighboring shops have started to close down one by one, as the night turn old. He readjusted his position as he felt a slight ache in his back--- but he knew it would be worth it as soon as she comes out.
At nine-thirty sharp the dark-haired beauty came out of the homey coffee shop, slinging her oversized bag on her shoulders and heaving out a tired sigh. She looked around her surroundings and missed the lone figure by the street lamp; she locked the glass doors of the finally empty coffee shop securely and unconsciously combing her hair with her slender fingers.
Ever since having a chance encounter with her a few months back he would stand there, at that exact same place, and wait for her. It became a routine of his--- at eight o’ clock he should have finished his office work, at eight thirty he leaves the restaurant where he eats his dinner every single night, and at quarter to nine he’d be (kind of) comfortably leaning against a street lamp and wait for her.
Minho stares at her, indecisive.
Should he finally approach her and introduce himself?
Hi I’m Choi Minho, if you remember I bumped into you once and you spilled hot coffee on me. Just so you know, I’ve been stalking you for a few months now and I think I’m in love with you; do you want to be my girlfriend? And what’s your name by the way?
That would probably earn him a much deserved restriction order.
But… he was a coward, so Minho just watched her catch up to the last bus stop for the night, nearly missing her only means of ride home.
For the next few weeks, Choi Minho did the same routine--- he went to his hellhole job, ate dinner at the same old greasy restaurant, and… the habitual highlight of his boring day: he stood there waiting for her outside the shop.
For three whole months he’s been doing nothing but build up the courage to finally approach her.
Every night he would only stand there by the shadows and watch as she smiles, laughs and just mesmerize him with absolutely anything she does.
However, tonight was a special night for him; Choi Minho finally decides to brave himself up and talk to her, get to know her, and if he was lucky enough--- make her fall for him too.
He checked his watch and grimaced to himself nervously; the wristwatch read nine o’ clock. It was time.
As if on cue, she came out of the shop in all her glory. Her usual pin-straight hair in loose curls, and her cheeks tinted extra pink tonight--- she wore make up for the first time since he first saw her. She was dashing.
He took the deepest breath he had taken in his entire existence and straightened up. Fixing his messy hair and his lopsided tie.
Minho took one step forward; his body casting a long shadowed figure on the cemented pavement, it caught her attention. She whipped her head to his direction and stared at the dark corner of the street where he quietly stood, breathing heavily.
He was ready to come out of the dark when somebody called out to her.
“Yuri ah!” he heard a man call her, a faint low voice.
So her name was Yuri. Beautiful.
The goddess, Yuri, turned her curious attention from Minho’s direction to the man’s. A radiant smile formed on her beautiful face.
Minho’s heart clenched, his hand flying to his chest.
The man approached her and gave her a tight hug. Yuri wrapped her arms around the man’s defined shoulders and lightly pecked him on the lips.
Minho’s legs trembled; he took hold of the lamppost for support. He couldn’t breath.
The happy couple broke apart from their embrace as Yuri slid her fingers through the man’s own fingers. She went on to telling him about how her day went, and how she’s been feeling odd--- like somebody’s been watching her.
“Siwon Oppa, I’m scared. I think somebody’s been following me around lately.” Minho heard her say to her supposedly boyfriend, Siwon.
Minho couldn’t bear the ache in his chest anymore. He shut his eyes tightly, his mind spinning.
“Don’t worry Yuri ah, Oppa is here to protect you. I love you.” The Siwon guy told her lovingly, placing a lock of her hair behind her ear. Yuri smiled at him, kissing him once again before they walked to his parked Audi a few meters away from where the three of them stood. The expensive car sped off.
Choi Minho, broken and overpowered by his emotions, looked around for the last time at anything, everything and nothing at all before throwing himself to the middle of the street.
It's too late.
-End-
Pairing/s: Yuri and Minho, MinYul
Word Count: 885
Author: shelovessushi
Rating: PG
Too Late
The night sky resembled that of velvet, specks of shimmering stars like diamonds and glitters scattered amongst it.
Minho raised his head up, appreciating its heavenly beauty. He felt the cool breeze gently caress his face and inhaled deeply, letting the fresh air contain his lungs. Minho felt calm, his mind at peace and his body tranquil.
Tonight, he had chosen to lean against a broken down lamppost just outside the coffee shop where she works--- part time, he guessed. The neighboring shops have started to close down one by one, as the night turn old. He readjusted his position as he felt a slight ache in his back--- but he knew it would be worth it as soon as she comes out.
At nine-thirty sharp the dark-haired beauty came out of the homey coffee shop, slinging her oversized bag on her shoulders and heaving out a tired sigh. She looked around her surroundings and missed the lone figure by the street lamp; she locked the glass doors of the finally empty coffee shop securely and unconsciously combing her hair with her slender fingers.
Ever since having a chance encounter with her a few months back he would stand there, at that exact same place, and wait for her. It became a routine of his--- at eight o’ clock he should have finished his office work, at eight thirty he leaves the restaurant where he eats his dinner every single night, and at quarter to nine he’d be (kind of) comfortably leaning against a street lamp and wait for her.
Minho stares at her, indecisive.
Should he finally approach her and introduce himself?
Hi I’m Choi Minho, if you remember I bumped into you once and you spilled hot coffee on me. Just so you know, I’ve been stalking you for a few months now and I think I’m in love with you; do you want to be my girlfriend? And what’s your name by the way?
That would probably earn him a much deserved restriction order.
But… he was a coward, so Minho just watched her catch up to the last bus stop for the night, nearly missing her only means of ride home.
For the next few weeks, Choi Minho did the same routine--- he went to his hellhole job, ate dinner at the same old greasy restaurant, and… the habitual highlight of his boring day: he stood there waiting for her outside the shop.
For three whole months he’s been doing nothing but build up the courage to finally approach her.
Every night he would only stand there by the shadows and watch as she smiles, laughs and just mesmerize him with absolutely anything she does.
However, tonight was a special night for him; Choi Minho finally decides to brave himself up and talk to her, get to know her, and if he was lucky enough--- make her fall for him too.
He checked his watch and grimaced to himself nervously; the wristwatch read nine o’ clock. It was time.
As if on cue, she came out of the shop in all her glory. Her usual pin-straight hair in loose curls, and her cheeks tinted extra pink tonight--- she wore make up for the first time since he first saw her. She was dashing.
He took the deepest breath he had taken in his entire existence and straightened up. Fixing his messy hair and his lopsided tie.
Minho took one step forward; his body casting a long shadowed figure on the cemented pavement, it caught her attention. She whipped her head to his direction and stared at the dark corner of the street where he quietly stood, breathing heavily.
He was ready to come out of the dark when somebody called out to her.
“Yuri ah!” he heard a man call her, a faint low voice.
So her name was Yuri. Beautiful.
The goddess, Yuri, turned her curious attention from Minho’s direction to the man’s. A radiant smile formed on her beautiful face.
Minho’s heart clenched, his hand flying to his chest.
The man approached her and gave her a tight hug. Yuri wrapped her arms around the man’s defined shoulders and lightly pecked him on the lips.
Minho’s legs trembled; he took hold of the lamppost for support. He couldn’t breath.
The happy couple broke apart from their embrace as Yuri slid her fingers through the man’s own fingers. She went on to telling him about how her day went, and how she’s been feeling odd--- like somebody’s been watching her.
“Siwon Oppa, I’m scared. I think somebody’s been following me around lately.” Minho heard her say to her supposedly boyfriend, Siwon.
Minho couldn’t bear the ache in his chest anymore. He shut his eyes tightly, his mind spinning.
“Don’t worry Yuri ah, Oppa is here to protect you. I love you.” The Siwon guy told her lovingly, placing a lock of her hair behind her ear. Yuri smiled at him, kissing him once again before they walked to his parked Audi a few meters away from where the three of them stood. The expensive car sped off.
Choi Minho, broken and overpowered by his emotions, looked around for the last time at anything, everything and nothing at all before throwing himself to the middle of the street.
It's too late.
-End-