Americano | sope fanfiction

21. stargazing

YOONGI POV:

Hobi planned on a date. I’m so excited.

I’m not used to motorbikes. But if Hobi says, we should go.

I went inside the parking lot to find his bike.

Then hobi went to a corner and removed a huge cover.

Then I saw a stunning red vehicle there.

It looked like a racing bike. It was a red bike with some black shades and looked like a beast.

The silvery motors part glowed in dim light and I somewhat like it.

It looked classy and cool.

I asked hobi with a puzzled face,

“Are you sure we’re going in this?”

"I often go to the race with this lovely one.

But not now.”

I frowned at him.

He laughed at my scared face.

“don’t worry meow. All you want to do is wear this and sit at the back.”

Then he handed me a helmet that looked like a helmet of doom. It was a black helmet with small spikes on both sides.

Why does he have these creepy things with him?

I put on the helmet.

I felt like I was trapped in something.

I'm sure I'm gonna get back pain after this ride.

Then he gestured for me to sit back

I sat on that bike.

"If you’re afraid, hold me tight.”

He chuckled and drove to a restaurant.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tightly.

There was no traffic as it was quite late.

The view around me was nice.

I saw many couples walking by linking their hands and having a happy faces.

The shops are active with some people and decorated with colorful serial lights.

The sound of vehicles and people was not irritating me today.

The light of street lamps twinkled like the stars and competed with the one in the sky.

The gentle cold breeze was not so gentle with us as we are riding on bikes.

I thought even the city seems peaceful sometimes.

I looked at the front mirror.
Hoseok’s face was covered with that helmet but he looked so cool.

I mean even his outfit looked cool.

He wore a black turtleneck and a brown leather jacket and he paired it with blue denim pants.

I can’t believe I’m going on a date now.

That too at night.

Sooner, hoseok stopped the bike, and we were already at a noodle restaurant.

I got down and he parked the vehicle in the parking lot.

Then, we intertwined our fingers and entered the restaurant.

Even holding hands makes me so happy.

We sat at a corner table facing each other and he ordered a black bean noodle and asked me.