Close The Door

New York Drivers

⚠️Warning mentions of Domestic Violence⚠️

"OH! OHHH! Y/N-AH PLEASE!" I've never heard Minho get so loud before. 

I can drive, I swear. "Relax baby, we're not moving." I patted his muscular thigh and he held his heart anxiously. "Why do they drive so fast." I shrugged, "Nigga's are crazy." 

Minho laughed in disbelief as we drove through the Bronx. The light turned green, and someone was about to run a red light. I honked my horn loudly. 

I rolled down my window, "WHAT THE FUCK BITCH! THE LIGHT IS RED! MY NIGGA ARE YOU CRAZY!?" The person stuck their middle finger up and I was about to get out of the car. Minho held my seatbelt, "Please let's be calm. Deep breaths, and drive." 

I pressed the gas and drove. Minho kept peaking at the back, my grandma made me a fresh batch of peach cobbler and she put it in glassware. Minho was terrified of it breaking. 

I pulled up in the neighborhood and I groaned. "I don't wanna see my cousin." He looked at me, "Why? What's wrong with him." 

I frowned as I looked at the huge houses, "All he does is brag and make me feel like shit." Minho's jaw clenched, "Brag back. You're on a waitlist for BTS! Lalisa asked you to choreo her song?! You helped with some of our choreo's. Ateez is asking for you... you've gotten popular. You went on tour with us... like you're successful." 

I laughed and looked at the huge house. This was the house he lived in now—nothing but the best for him. 

I got out of Mr. Lew's car and knocked. The door opened and there was his girlfriend Rachel. But I took notice of the engagement ring. I smiled, "Hi Rachel, I'm looking for Corey, need to talk to him." 

She snarkily said, "Why would he wanna talk to you?" 

"I never said he wanted to big back snack attack built bitch. Stop being an asshole and let me the fuck in." 

Minho silently followed me inside. She didn't even bother asking me who he was. He's an asshole, and so is his fake ass girlfriend. He wasn't always like this, it's his bumass girlfriend that made him so materialistic. 

I looked around at all his trophies. This is when Minho realized that my cousin was a football player, and good at it. He plays in the NFL often. I don't care enough to know the name of the team. 

I looked around until I saw his big ass pitbull standing at his pool. I rolled my eyes as Rachel spoke, "Corey, get your ass up." He took off his goggles and covered his penis. "AHHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING RACHEL?!" 

Minho and I couldn't help but laugh. 

Cheol would be dying right now. He wrapped the towel over himself as he walked into the living room. The pitbull barked at me making me slightly hide behind Minho. I'm not a fan of big dogs. I got attacked by one when I was younger protecting my brother. 

Corey knew that... my mom told everyone. But, he didn't care. 

"Cousin. What do you want? Need money?" I rolled my eyes, "When have I ever asked you for money?"