hold me 𐦍 yeonbin

038 ᯓᡣ𐭩

"Slow down, Soobin."

"It's, like, midnight. There's no one here."

"I'm here and you're here and Bora is here, so slow the fuck down. Please," Siyeon coaxes sternly.

Soobin loosens the gas pedal until he is driving the van at only double the speed limit.

"If we get pulled over, we'll get there even later." Bora rubs Soobin's shoulders from the back seat. There is not much that will comfort Soobin until Yeonjun is safe and in his arms. Still, he appreciates the gesture.

"If we don't get pulled over, we'll get there even sooner," he argues.

"I'm driving the next time we plan a heist to rescue a pixie," Siyeon says.

"If we do this again, I call shotgun," Bora says, leaning over the middle consol.

Siyeon turns and glares until Bora backs into her seat. "Backs to backs bottoms to bottoms," she says in an elementary school teacher's voice.

Soobin sees Bora in the mirror sticking out her tongue, and Siyeon does it back.

These are the people helping Soobin rescue his pixie from an evil scientist keeping him in a zoo guarded by countless security measures. He's screwed.

"Get in the right lane." Siyeon points out her window. "It will save us some time."

"What? No, that's a turn only lane. It's quicker if we go straight." Soobin presses harder on the pedal.

"That light is going to turn red in five seconds. If we go right, we can cut around the block and save forty seconds."

It's hard to argue with a fortune teller. Soobin merges right as the light turns from yellow to red and only somewhat checks to see if there are any cars coming from the left. This late at night, Soobin is allowed to break a couple driving courtesies. He deserves to commit a couple crimes after being in a cosmical coma for over a week kept alive by Siyeon's constant supervision.

Even though they left Siyeon's house the second Soobin woke up with full health restored and some bonus stamina from Siyeon's magical not-poisoned miracle tea, Soobin thinks they might be too late. Siyeon shouldn't have waited for him. They already had this argument. And sure, maybe Soobin would have fallen deeper into a magical coma that could only be broken on one of Saturn's moons, but at least Yeonjun would be out of the exhibit and safe in front of Siyeon's fireplace.

Bora told Soobin that when she saw Yeonjun he was doing okay knowing that none of them believed her, not even herself. Yeonjun was alive yesterday, that's all he knows for sure. It is the best Soobin can hope for. He should have been there for Yeonjun sooner.

A billboard with Yeonjun's wings flashes in Soobin peripheral. They're close.

"What if he's-"

"Nope," Siyeon cuts him off. "He's not."

"You don't even-"

"She does," Bora says.

She does know. Siyeon knows Soobin is thinking the worst. Before meeting Yeonjun, the worst-case scenario would have been missing his bus and his professor locking the door on him, or spilling a pot of hot coffee on a customer's lap and having to give them their drinks for free. Now, the worst-case scenario is being astrologically knocked out by a flaming night sky on his way to save his pixie boyfriend from an evil star thief who is working with the evil scientist who dissected his pixie boyfriend every day for a decade, and there are no breathing exercises in the world that can help Soobin through this.

Not his pixie boyfriend. His pixie... His pixie, full stop.

"It's going to be on the left," Siyeon says.