shot clock || na jaemin (the court series #1)

quarter three: minute one

"i'm not sure it was because this is the first time the eight of us are going on a trip or whatever but you guys realize that it's a literal hour drive to get to seoul, right?" jaemin says, adjusting the rearview mirror. sooyoung's eyes nearly bug out of her head, turning to her brother in mock anger.

"wait. so you're telling me that jeno made such a big deal about driving for an hour? that's barely a trip from one county to another back home and he practically made it sound like we were gonna cross into china or something!" sooyoung says fervently, reach forward to the passenger seat to punch her brother in the shoulder. 

"ow! that hurt you know. first of all, you gotta remember that we don't really drive much in korea. it's either taxi, subway, or just walking to where you gotta go over here. and besides, none of us have ever been to america; how the hell would we know how it works over there?" a dark cloud passes over sooyoung's face, coming and going so quickly, haechan wasn't even sure it was there. but as he recalled the conversation yesterday, he snuck a glance at jaemin's expression. much to his concern, jaemin's expression was startlingly poised, with the only hint that he was worried for the departure of sooyoung being a slight glint in his eyes.

this was not good at all, haechan thinks, eyes darting between sooyoung, jaemin, and jeno. jisoo, who was sitting in between haechan and sooyoung notices haechan's moment of relevation, and elbows him right in the ribs, threatening him silently.

"don't breathe a word of this to jeno, you hear me? those two haven't even figured it out yet, and if i find out that you were the one who's spilling things, i will murder you myself," jisoo whispers through clenched teeth, smiling when jeno looks back to see what they were whispering about.

"you guys wanna put different music on? not you sung-ie, you're literally gonna put my chemical romance and i cannot deal with that at eleven in the morning," jaemin says, unplugging his phone from the auxiliary cord. jisung pouts, putting in his headphones to undoubtedly listen to mcr in rebellion.

"yeah, i got it. i got the perfect song for a not-so-roadtrip trip!" sooyoung says excitedly, plugging her phone into cord. both jaemin and jeno grow soft at her enthusiasm, jaemin carefully limiting himself with his expression as jeno ruffles her hair.

soon enough, highway to heaven is blasting through their funeral car (why this car was the only car in all of incheon that could seat eight people, it's still unclear) and the smell of summer fills the air.

"damn, i guess an hour in a car is longer than i remember it being," sooyoung says, stretching when she gets down from the car. 

"see? i told you so!" jeno says, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. jisoo tosses sooyoung her bag from the trunk, with the younger having to lunge to grab it.

"no offense ji but you're almost horrifically bad at athletics for someone who's dating the captain of the basketball team," renjun says, passing out the rest of the bags. jisoo scoffs, pulling down the trunk of the car.