Favorite Crime | Lee Taeyong x reader

ryunjin's killer driving skills. no seriously

"Oh we're going to die," Doyoung complained, slumping in the backseat. Ryunjin rolled her eyes, shaking her hand in his face as if she was swatting a fly, before turning back to the wheel and starting the car.

"Dramatic bitch," she muttered dryly, and he glared at her. You giggled at the two, leaning to your right where Taeyong sat, with his arm around you. Honestly, it made you feel safer, because Ryunjin's driving was pretty close to lethal.

"Wait!" Doyoung opens the door, and sits in the passenger seat. "For the airbags," he explained, "So if she drives into a curb I'll live."

You scooted away from Taeyong, pulling at the seat belt and strapping it over yourself. He frowned at the loss of your figure pressed up against him, the loss of the warmth you provided, but said nothing, shifting in his seat and resting his arm on the side rests of the doors.

Ryunjin pulls out slowly, and suddenly the car jerks. Your breath caught in your throat as you used your hands as leverage, holding onto the behind of the passenger seat. Not even out of the parking lot, and you knew the ride wasn't going to be a particularly smooth one.

Doyoung however, yelped, clutching onto the overhead grab handle. His and Ryunjin bickering resurfaced. He didn't look all that intimidating glaring at her, more like a rabbit if you were being honest.

"Taeyong, for the love of god and my life, can you please drive?" He asked the man sitting next to you, who shrugged, ready to take over, but Ryunjin protested, "Hey this is my car! I get to decide who drives!"

"Yes, so choose someone other than yourself so your car doesn't take another trip to the service center."

"Another?" You snickered, "You've had it for two months Ryu."

"Jazzy just needed a few touch ups, Bunny boy here is exaggerating, ever considered switching majors to theatre? Would be much more interesting than-" she paused, making a gagging sound and shuddering dramatically, "Accounting."

"Fuck off."

You laugh at their childish banter, as Doyoung insisted she choose another person to drive. She looked up in the rear view mirror, and her gaze fell onto you. Your own eyes widened as you shook your head vigorously, "Oh hell no."

"You have a license."

"One that lasts for twenty years too," Taeyong quipped and you sent him a withering glare. He shrugged in response, offering you a shit eating grin.

Bastard.

"I can't drive," you clarified, "I suck, I'm worse than Ryunjin."

"Hey!"

The four of you were going to a party, hosted by the Weishen frat, who supposedly held the best parties. Ryunjin had suggested that you go together, but you hadn't realized she meant in her car(which she had named Jazzy) while she drove.
In the end, Doyoung himself ended up driving, and you made it to the frat house about fifteen minutes later, a little late, but fashionably so.

You were wearing one of Taeyong's shirts, tucked into your skirt and boots that Yeri had gotten you for your birthday. You didn't wear much makeup since it was a pain to get off after a party when all you wanted to do was crash, just a little eyeshadow to accentuate the shape of your eyes.

The frat is packed with too many people for you to even recognize anybody. The air was hot, and you instantly wanted to be back outside, gravitating towards Taeyong until your arms were brushing against each other.

But you didn't get the chance to loop your hands together and stick to him, because Yeri popped into view, dragging you away and into the crowd before you could even say anything. Come to think of it, you probably didn't have a say in it in the first place.

You spot your ex, Sicheng off to the side, talking to some girl. He looked up and waved at you with a smile, which you returned easily. The two of you were still friends, breaking up on mutual terms with no lingering bitterness. In fact, you still sometimes took his math homework, since you were hopeless at the subject and more often than not, Doyoung refused to help you.

Your friend handed you a drink, rum and coke you think it was, and mumbled something about a cute guy before disappearing. Typical. She uproots you from where you were comfortable only to abandon you later.

Standing awkwardly off to the side, you sip at your drink, letting the burning liquid trickle down your throat. There's barely any alcohol in it, thank god, and you finish the cup in a few minutes, placing it down and trying to find a familiar face.

The music pounded through the house, the low beat making it seem as if the entire place was shaking under your feet. Oh god, maybe you should get drunk, because right now you were starting to get dizzy.

Passing the main crowd, you walked to the back, hoping you wouldn't see anyone fucking out in the open and end up scarred for life. It had happened once before in your freshman year and it was traumatic.

Well, 'fucking' was a little dramatic, but his hand shouldn't have been there, out in the hallway, you were sure of that much.

The other room was also pretty crowded, but a little more breathable as you spotted Yeji and Ryunjin talking together with a freshman- Yuna, you think her name is. You walked over, flashing the youngest girl a smile and took Yejis drink out of her hand to take a sip.

Hyunjun walked over, slinging an arm around Yeji, his twin sister, and smiled, "We're playing a game, coming?"
"I assume it includes drinking?"

He grinned unabashedly, cocking his head to the side, "Coming girls?"

Yeji elbowed him, getting to her feet and taking her drink back from you. Two minutes later, you're standing with other people, finding your way back to Taeyong as he stood beside you, while Yukhei held the alcohol.

And that was how you got yourself roped into a drinking game!

Ten, sat in the middle, lips curling up when he saw you and Taeyong, almost mischievously so as he handed you a ball, and Taeyong another.

"Let's put the lovers against each other, hmm?"

His voice was teasing, you knew he wasn't serious but it affected you anyways. Taeyong on the other hand, laughed along, steadying himself against the table. You looked away and down at your feet, as he led you to the opposite side of the table.

Ten red solo cups sat in a triangle formation on each end of the table. Ten stood beside you, and you figured he was now your teammate in the game of beer pong.

Taeyong took his turn first, and unfortunately for you, he had a lucky aim and it fell straight into the cup. You grumbled, knowing that now you had to drink the beer in it. Picking it up, you took a sip, before pulling a face.

"This sucks."

"The fact you lost or the beer," Taeyong asked with a smirk and you glared at him, taking another sip just to spite him. It was only half full thank god (because of an unfortunate incident from when all cups were full and people had to deal with a very drunk Hendery) so you finished it, keeping it to the side and throwing your own ball.

Yours got in as well, much to your relief, and you grinned at Taeyong, who now had to drink it. Taking the ball out, he frowned at it, before throwing you a cocky grin. You narrowed your eyes.

"Don't say it."

"Fine fine," he said, swallowing the inevitable sex joke he was going to make and drank the beer. And that was when he had his very own kombucha girl moment, eyes widening for a moment as if it was good, before his expression melted into a disgusted frown.
"Told you it sucks," you shrugged, and Yukehi mumbled something about it being a cheap brand of beer, but Taeyong paid no heed as he placed the cup down. "Suck like-"

"I swear to god-"