"Lee Hippie" || minsung || ENG

6. Allow yourself to have feelings

car and us
daisy and you
love me this one time

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He hated this hippie from the bottom of his heart when he made him wait for him at five in the morning in the city center.

He nervously snooped around in the glove box, from which he pulled out one of the many discs and put it into the player on the radio. He crossed his arms over his chest, hitting the door of the silver Hyundai he borrowed from Hyunjin with his shoe. He was cold, his eyes were still sticky with sleep, and his heart ached as he handed his friend the gas money for the car.

That's why with every moment of waiting for the young man, he felt like pulling all his hair out of his head. He definitely had problems with his assertiveness, which, after all, had never happened to him before.

"Hello daisy"

Jisung raised his head at the sound of the elder's whisper as he tossed his luggage into the back seat and almost lay down on the seat in front, buckling himself in with his belt.

"You're late"

"Gravity stopped me on the stairs, and time.... time is just a lie of the corporation..." he grunted, cuddling the side of his head into the headrest.

Han furrowed his eyebrows, but without a word, he started the engine, after a while joining the small traffic.

He must have been really bored in life if he was agreeing to go on morning trips with a guy he barely knew, and kissing him every other meeting.

They drove in silence, listening to hushed songs on the radio. Minho was practically asleep, cuddling his own jacket, which made Jisung turn up the heat. The sun slowly climbed in the sky, illuminating the face of the artist focused on the road and effectively waking Lee Minho from sleep. Han only clenched his teeth, asking in spirit that the man continue to remain silent until the end of the trip.

"Will you stop by?"

Damn it.

"Without stops we'll get there faster," he informed him, turning at the traffic circle into the right exit.

Minho looked out the window at the woods stretching far away, and in front of them soft meadows with single flowers.

"Daisyyy" he groaned, grabbing the younger man's arm.

The man muttered something under his breath and pulled over, fearing that the man might even snatch the steering wheel from him in a worst-case scenario; after all, he seemed unpredictable. Before he could ask Minho why they had stopped, the man unbuckled his seat belt and jumped out of the vehicle, confusing Jisung.

Han quickly opened his own door and also exited the car, looking outside to the sides. He found the hippie with his eyes, moving toward him. He jumped over a roadside water ditch, sinking his black glutes into the downy grass, and reached Minho, who was lying in a field.

"Get back in the car," he howled through clenched teeth, resting his hands on his hips.

Lee giggled sunken in the grass, which brought to mind a cat rolling in catnip, filled with ecstasy.

"Come over here so we can pluck the last of this year's daisies," he laughed, sliding his sunglasses up his nose.

Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the man's leg and pulled him towards him, catching him in his arms as he lost his balance. A disgruntled Jisung quickly dismounted from the laughing brunet, who sat down and began picking the nearest flowers. The wind danced pleasantly in their hair, moving the cups of delicate plants merrily. The artist watched in silence as Minho's slim fingers wove the skinny stems of the tiny flowers together. The completed garland rested on the head of the enchanted Jisung, who was rendered speechless by the elder's warm eyes, lavishing him with care.