Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

Drive 🔞

Requested by AnnalnanasdieAnanas

(maybe someone requested it earlier but I got the plot down now... sorry) 

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The race was almost over, just a few more laps were left until the end, but Lee Minho was in the solid 8-second lead for three laps already.

You stood on the hill, camera ready in your hands, snapping pictures in HD as the racers approached you. Minho's motocross bike came into the viewfinder first and your finger worked fast on the shutter, capturing his excellent skills and high jump. He turned his head to you mid-jump and you just knew he was smirking under the helmet. A smile reached your face as well.

The final lap commenced and Minho sped up, the roar of the engine making you roll your eyes.

Showoff...

After snapping more pictures of the other members of your team who were in the top ten this race, you pulled down the camera, waiting for them to come around as you looked through the photos you took on the small screen of the professional camera.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

A voice came behind you and you relaxed your shoulders after the initial startle. A scoff rolled off your lips and you rolled your eyes again as you turned to the one using that lame pick-up line.

"Hey, Chan," you smiled at the brown-haired man, your eyes instantly falling to his exposed arms.

White sneakers, blue ripped jeans, a yellow sleeveless shirt tucked in the waistband of said pants, and several necklaces dangling from his neck. No matter what he wore, what outfit combination he picked, Bang Chan always looked good. Add to that his charming dimpled smile and you have yourself an irresistible image of a man who made dozens of girls swoon.

But you held your composure, not letting the weakness in your knees take over.

God... it's been so long...

"Wassup?" Chan came closer, planting a greeting kiss on your cheek.

Your shoulder rose in a lazy shrug, showing him the camera in your hands. "Ah, nothing much... working."

The roaring echo of the motorbikes neared and you turned away from the man, getting your camera in position to capture the moment of Minho crossing the finish line at the final hill where you stood.

Bang Chan silenced as well, looking in the same direction. As expected, Minho's red bike turned the curve first and sped up toward you. Your finger clicked fast and excitement rose up to your chest the closer he got.

"Minho's killing it..."

You heard Chan's voice but the sound of multiple engines soon muffled it. You steadily followed Minho's moves, snapping pictures as his bike jumped, higher this time. He maneuvered it so well, even having an opportunity for a little stunt, letting go of the steering handlebars, rising up from the seat, and pumping victory fists in the air, all in the few seconds he was in the air.

The motorbike landed perfectly on the other side of the hill and the crowd cheered, the shouts and applause following him through the winner's lap.

"Yup," you finally looked back at Chan, "he's been on a roll lately, which is good - our team and him are finally climbing the charts."