Midsummer's || dks + pcy || discontinued

Pour Up

\\Ronnie\\

The car ride to the lunch destination, I still had no idea where it was, was silent, Kyungsoo's hands clenched around the steering wheel. He had been tense since we left the museum, standing awkwardly at my side when I guided the kids into the school, his jaw clenched, his heart shaped lips pursed.

"Is it because we're going to lunch with Chanyeol and Morgan?" My voice broke the silence between us, but the tension had yet to dissipate, hanging thickly in the air between us. Kyungsoo, a man of few words, didn't answer, he held his tongue, shifted in his seat, and I watched him clench the steering wheel tighter, his pale knuckles almost turning translucent with how white he was holding the wheel.

"Chanyeol annoys me," he finally spoke, after I had directed my attention back out of the window, my anger building with each minute that drew on with us in silence. "He's too energetic, and he talks too much and-"

"You don't like him because he's the polar opposite of you." My comment finally drew a reaction out of Kyungsoo, if a quick side ways glance and a droll eye roll constituted as a reaction. I almost added, 'like you and I', but I didn't feel like being thrown from the car today.

"That's not it," Kyungsoo assured, his deep voice like honey, soft and slow, "it's just that he doesn't appeal to my good side."

"No one appeals to your good side," I teased. No reaction. Sometimes I was okay with this, not everything I said needed a reaction, but when I was teasing, or joking around and he gave me a blank stare with the large, brown doe eyes of his, it was a shot to my self-esteem.

The car relapsed back into a silence, with nothing but the sound of the heater filling the space where conversation used to be. It made my skin crawl, it made me want to ramble on for hours about pointless thing (a trait Baekhyun and I shared), until Kyungsoo joined the conversation. But I didn't. I sat deeply in the leather seats of the car, my hands buried between my thighs, biting my tongue.

We drove like this, in uncomfortable silence, until a quick glance at the dashboard drew Kyungsoo's attention. "Shit," he muttered, his jaw working in irritation.

"What is it?" I questioned, attempting to scoot over in my seat so I could peek at the glowing lights and symbols. Kyungsoo swatted me away, before returning his hand to the steering wheel.

"We're on 'E'," he grumbled before letting out a deep sigh, his jaw working and doe eyes flickering over the signs were drove under, looking for any sign of a gas station. I watched him look for a little before beginning my own search.

"THERE!" I cried out, causing Kyungsoo to jump in his seat. I fought down a giggle, before pointing in the direction of the gas station. Kyungsoo glanced at the direction I was pointing, before pressing slightly on the gas pedal, wasting no time in whipping us into the parking lot, and pulling up to the gas pump. "Do you want me to go in?" I questioned, watching Soo leaf through the money in his wallet, his nimble fingers looking quickly.

"No. I got it." He grabbed about 30 dollars, before unbuckling his seat belt and slipping from the car, shutting the car door gently after him. I huffed, grumbling to myself and watching his short, but muscular frame cross the parking lot, his stride long.

I sat in silence for about a minute, just watching cars past by on the street, until a vibration in the driver seat grabbed my attention. Kyungsoo's phone. The smartphone was illuminated and a notification blinked on the screen. I glanced quickly at the gas station doors, before snatching his phone off of the seat.

I unlocked it with ease, he didn't have a pass code, and stared at his home screen. It was blank, the same home screen when you first buy a phone. I sucked air through my teeth, shook my head from side to side before clicking 'gallery'. It was overly empty, except for aesthetic like pictures of random things, pictures of Kyungsoo and Minseok, his work out partner, and...Morgan?