Autumn in my heart
One shot - angst/fluff
this is my original work, I made one with ChanBaek but it doesn't turn out well. Here is the YuTae version
Enjoy
The picturesque scene of red and orange trees cannot fool the dull and somber race of falling leaves pulled by the gravity. Be honest, autumn is depressing. See the falling leaves, dying every time a gush of cold wind tingles. Taeyong hates seeing the piles of dead leaves on the ground, he feels like the trees are selfish that they let the leaves die in order to survive.
The clock strikes six when Taeyong has put on his tailor fitted Pea coat from Schott's. Tonight, his favorite fragrance from Clean accompanies him. He inhales his favorite floral woody musk mixed with a slight hint of fresh soap and gets himself ready as his smartwatch rings with a caller ID he loves dearly. His lover has rung him up saying he is downstairs waiting for him to take his time. Taeyong makes his last tuck on his Pea coat and he pockets his phone as he slipped his feet to his leather boots and Yuta makes sure to kiss his poodle (Ruby) goodbye before keeping the key in his pocket and slightly run to meet the waiting prince; his waiting prince!
The elevator ride almost killed Yuta; he frowns whenever the door opens and what greets him are the foreign faces of his neighbor from other floors; after pressing the close button five more times, Taeyong finally reaches his destination. With his big eyes, he scans the whole room and finds his prince in no time. His fashion and his tall body make him easy to spot.
"Yuta! I'm here, let's go!" Taeyong clings into the taller man's arm and giddily drags him out of the warm lobby. The early cold wind harshly welcomes them outside; Yuta clears his throat and pulls the brunette closer. He takes in his small hand, holds it firm in his big hand, and pops it nicely into his toasty pocket of his Burberry trench coat. "It's starting to get cold," Yuta smiles.
Taeyong blushes, even when Yuta had done this for three consecutive autumns, his heart will always beat like it was his first time. He did nothing though and just follow his long legs that bring them to a place Taeyong knows a bit too much.
"Usual place Yukkuri?"
The blonde man nods and after walking through the busy streets, they found themselves in a restaurant district. Yuta's stomach growls when the delicious smell of his favorite food can be smelled from a meter. They sit down on their usual chairs, place the same ordinary menu; a Hawaiian pizza slice for Taeyong and a Pepperoni for Yuta. Though Yuta never agrees that pineapple goes with pizza, he never speaks his opinion out loud to Taeyong, he just can't. Try and say that to a man who really enjoys it and do you dare see his heartbreaks? No Yuta doesn't want to break his heart; it's the last thing he wanted to do to Taeyong.
Dinner is amazing. Over two slices of giant pizza and soda, they exchange stories, laugh over new jokes, and secretly treasure this sweet moment. They end their pizza date with a split bill and with the warmth of a full stomach. The two men make their way out of the bright, fragrance road and move to another crowded and romantic district.
Taeyong told Yuta about a new milkshake shop opening here in Gangnam, and Yuta will do everything that brings a smile to Taeyong's face. With Taeyong standing close by his side, Yuta naturally slides his arm to hug Taeyong's slim waist from the side as he reads the menu on the TV from the queuing line.
The café is full of sweet couples, the atmosphere here is so warm and comfortable, Yuta knows this will 99% become their favorite hangout place.
"We're so sorry, but we sold the second last cup already... We only have one left for the special house favorite's chocolate," the man with a name tag reading Haechan, smiles apologetically to the two sweet couple across him.
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