Again? (1/1)

Minho’s POVAfter Elle left I just stood there staring at the spot where the car disappeared. I shook my feeling of annoyance with myself. Why hadn’t I pressured her about wanting to know more about her? I had millions of questions.When I got to my apartment there were two new messages.“hello. This is the bank cal-“ delete.“Minho, its Onew. End of messages.” What? That was the end? Weirdo, but I guess that’s Onew for you I chuckled to myself. It was already 4:50 am so I just might as well go to the gym now. I had just changed into my gym clothes and was getting ready to leave when someone knocked on my door.I cracked it open “hello?” a medium height man with a bottle of alcohol was standing-no more like stumbling in place-outside my apartment.“Can I help you, sir?” I politely asked.“I’m loo-*burp* looking for my daughter.” He was so disgusting.“well what does she look like?” I prompted.“blonde, blue eyes, short and very disobedient,” Is what I deciphered from his slurred speech. It sounded just like Elle except for the disobedient part because I just didn’t really know her… should have asked her more! I looked at him-totally wasted. I was not about to tell him I saw her leave with a friend.“I can’t help you sir. Sorry.”The man turned, waved his hand and stumbled away. Elle’s POV“Are you going to do that all day?” Joanna inquired.“I fully intend to. How am I going to go outside like this!?” I pointed to my bruised and swollen cheek. I had stayed up all last night staring out her window. Just staring at the city lights. The moon. The sunrise. People walking to work. Things to busy my mind from thinking about…“Dammit, Joanna! You broke my concentration!”“Well sorry! Some of us like to do things besides stare out windows!” she yelled from the kitchen. “I’m going to the store. You want anything?”“Nope. Now shoo to the store so I can stare in peace.” I could almost feel her roll her eyes before she left me alone. Finally! I went back to staring. This time I chose the gym to mar with my eyes. The people that go to the gym are usually the fit kind but there was this one woman. I chuckled to myself. She seemed to run into everyone including a tall, short-haired man whose face…seemed so familiar. I gasped in my realization.Minho’s POVI walked to the gym door but on my way there I was bumped into the guy next to me.“Oops! I’m so sorry young man!” this hefty woman apologized.“It’s ok. I’ll survive.” I said and walked inside.Onew’s POVI saw Minho walking in and went to greet him.“Minho!” I yelled. He noticed me in a split second and headed for me.“Hey Onew” he seemed distracted.“So how’s it been going? I haven’t seen you since…” my sentence trailed off. Probably shouldn’t have mentioned that seeing as he froze for a second but then relaxed and went back to lifting his weights.“It’s going pretty good.”“You are distracted.” I stated. No point in asking why. He most likely wouldn’t tell me.We were silent for a long time. He stopped jump roping and stared at me. “I met a girl yesterday, last night, this morning. Whatever.”I stared at him blank. “That’s good?” I sort of asked. He didn’t answer but instead went over to a punching bag hitting it ferociously. You could plainly see he was frustrated and didn’t want to do anything except pummel the bag.“Minho, um I’m going home. Call me later ok?” he simply nodded and so I left him to his punching.Elle’s POVI jumped up suddenly excited and went to the bathroom to cover up my cheek with makeup. I stopped short and said screw it. In Joanna’s guest room I got out some clothes I still had here from times before and ran out the door.  I hope he’s still there. Wait what? This is just a guy I barely know! Why am I so damn excited!?I reached the gym door and took a breath to calm myself and put my poker face on. Just, just go in and work out like it’s what you actually came here to do! Good thing I brought my iPod or else I probably would have died. Soon I was stretching and singing to myself. Minho’s POVMy hands hit the bag with a harsh thud over and over again.Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.The guys next to me we gossiping or something when they muttered to each other:“Who’s that American?”“How the crap do you know she’s American? What if she just dyed her hair blonde? Or what if she was Swedish??”“She is obviously American. You can just tell!”They were starting to annoy me. I was going to turn around to tell them to shut it but then I started thinking and it had to be her. Elle. I tuned to the two men.“Where?” I snapped. They pointed to the treadmills. I didn’t even thank them. I just kept walking towards her. I wanted to talk to her but I was…nervous? I slowed down and thought about what I would do for a little bit. Hmmm….Elle’s POVMy headphones were blasting and I was getting a good cardio work out. My thoughts were all over the place. First about how I was NEVER going back home. Next about how I wanted to change the channel on the TV. Third was everything else.I had completely forgotten about him. until some guy got on the treadmill next to me. The mirror wall in front of me made it easy to see who it was. My heart beat even faster. I slowed my pace down to catch myself up. My heart still thudded at helicopter pace. Panic struck in. what would I say to him if he talked to me!? I wasn’t paying attention and somehow I had gotten myself to stumble. Smooth one Elle! My eyes were closed tight shut and it took me a moment to realize I was no longer falling and my butt didn’t kill like I’d expected it to.“you can open your eyes now” a familiar voice chuckled.I looked up and found Minho staring at me with deep eyes.“I-I was just uhm… and then I-I tripped it think and yeah.” I stuttered. That is defiantly not what I meant to say.He raised his eyebrows and broke out in laughter. Great.  This chapter is kinda boring. Sorry...