143 MPH

6'3 white tee with the nikes, oh he's just my type

next door; Amelia Moore (ft. ASTN) (1:30)

'Bro really said he knew a place'

Jisung just followed along with where ever Minho was going to take him. Mainly because he was too afraid to even look up from Minho's shoulder the entire time Minho was speeding down the roads, what more to even open his mouth and ask where they were going. The moment they reached their destination, which Jisung was still clueless about by the way, he took off his helmet and smacked Minho's chest with it.

"What the fuck? Were you trying to kill us? Was there a giant chasing us? Why the hell did you go freaking 350 kilometres an hour?" Jisung flailed his arms around for emphasis, his eyes bulging from his eye sockets, staring at Minho while waiting for a reasonable excuse.

"I'm a racer pretty darling, I don't know how to go slow. And I'm not just talking about when I'm on my bike." Minho winked right after. He always seemed to know exactly what to say to make Jisung's mouth snap shut. Jisung opted to just stay silent, knowing that anything he says would be used against him as if he was in court, and Minho would be the judge. He visibly tensed at what Minho said too, wondering what the hell Minho meant by 'not just talking about when I'm on my bike'. But Jisung was choosing to be good, he assumed Minho meant he was one of those fast walkers or maybe he could rap? Definitely nothing dirty...

"Hey! I'm serious."
Once again, Minho's chest became the victim to Jisung's tiny fists. He kept hitting it because if he was being honest, he was really scared. He had just put his life in this handsome strangers hands. Even if he might take his dick in him later didn't mean he was going to 100 percent trust him now, definitely not with his life. Yet.

Minho grabbed both of Jisung's hands, stopping the boys actions.

"Alright darling I'm sorry okay. I'll go slower next time. Promise."
Minho ended his sentence by lifting his pinky right infront of Jisung's face. Jisung let out a sigh of defeat, interlacing their pinkies before letting their thumbs touch.

"You pinky promised. And I take pinky promises very seriously." Jisung commented before turning around to take a proper look at the place Minho has brought them to.

Jisung was awestruck. Considering the fact that this place was, once again, in the middle of nowhere, it was very pretty. No, pretty wasn't a strong enough word to describe it. It was bewitching.

What's with these racers and far-flung ass places. Really can't just take me to a regular eatery?

No, Minho didn't know what regular was. He had brought Jisung to a 24 hour diner, his favourite might I add. It was, like Jisung said, in the middle of nowhere. No malls. No neighbourhoods. No houses. No gas stations. It was just that singular diner, surrounded by nothing but an empty plain and a single road that led up to it. Despite it being so far from... civilisation, it was very well taken care off. The LED sign outside was a bright contrast from the dark night sky and it gave a very old school vibe, something Minho really loved about it. And he was hoping Jisung would like it as much as he does too.

"This place is amazing Minho. How do you even know such a deserted place like this exists?"

Minho just shrugged before taking Jisung's left hand in his own and leading them into the diner. The story of how he stumbled across this diner wasn't one that he wanted to share with Jisung. At least not yet.

A bell was heard as Minho pushed the door open and a middle aged man behind the counter greeted them, addressing Minho by name, indicating how often Minho visited.

"Take a seat anywhere boys. And Minho, your date is very stunning. If you disappoint him my son might take over your role." The racer rolled his eyes at the diner owner, knowing he was just joking like they usually do.

"Nah our honeymoon is next week. Your son won't get a chance."
Minho joked along. Jisung just smiled at their interaction.

The place wasn't completely empty, it was pretty crowded actually, considering it was 430am. There were other couples seated in booths sharing milkshakes and burgers. And a few groups of friends as well, very loud and boisterous they were. But that gave the place life.

Now Jisung was really wondering,
"How the hell do so many people know about this place? How come I've never heard of it."

"Maybe you're just hella boring darling. But it's okay, I'll change that."
Jisung scoffed at Minho's reply, rolling his eyes, being too lazy to figure out a comeback. The two boys decided to take a seat at a booth at the very end of the diner, where it wasn't so loud and happening.
Jisung started to flip through the menu, he was actually really hungry, he just didn't realise it until he was faced with so many choices of food.

"I want that burger. And that coke float. And that cheesecake. Oh my god and chicken tenders. Can we get hash browns too?"
Jisung was shaking with excitement as he told Minho what he wanted, pointing to the menu items.

"Pretty darling, you're sure you can finish that?" Minho chuckled at Jisung's antics.

"No you'll share it with me!"
Minho just nodded, he didn't mind Jisung's choice, it wasn't so different from what he usually ordered anyway. So Minho stood up and walked towards the counter to place his order. What he didn't expect was, for Jisung to stand up and follow along.

"You can take a seat darling, I'll place the order."

Jisung shook his head, indicating no. His heart rate was rising and his pupils were dilated.

"Hey pretty darling what's wrong?" Minho sensed Jisung's anxiety immediately. He pulled the boy closer to him and rested his hands of both sides of Jisung's hips.

"That group of boys. They've been staring since we walked in."
Jisung let out softly. His hands immediately going down to his red miniskirt to pull it as far down as possible. It didn't help though, it ended right below his ass, and if he pulled it down anymore, even more of his lower abs would be exposed. Jisung didn't like that at all. He was uncomfortable and scared.

Minho turned around to observe the boys Jisung was talking about. And just as Jisung had described, they were staring. And they weren't trying to hide it either. Minho's jaw locked and his gazed turned fierce.

"Alright darling, let's not stay here then. We'll order take out and I'll bring you somewhere where it's just us alright." Minho gently caressed Jisung's hair, trying to calm the boy. Minho then removed his leather jacket, wrapping it around Jisung. It covered Jisung all the way to his mid thigh, which was very long compared to his skirt. Minho however, was now left in just a sleeveless top. It once had sleeves, but mr cool guy over here cut them off. So he was freezing now, deservingly. What did that shirt do to him to have it's sleeves mutilated? But Minho just sucked it up, deeming Jisung needed it more than him at that moment.

"Thank you." Minho nodded, leaving a kiss on the top of Jisung's head before snaking his hand around Jisung's body, leading them to the counter to order their take out.