the riders (meanie) - HIATUS

Prologue

The alley way was lit up only by the lights coming through nearby windows as Wonwoo stood waiting.

The faint light sculpted his cheekbones, leaving his sharp eyes shining in the near pitch black of the night. He looked around, eyes scanning the alley as if he thought someone was watching him. His gaze lingered towards the end of the alley, where only a mangy cat, a few small bins and darkness greeted his eyes.

Wonwoo sighed, quite disappointed, thinking about how this was all a waste of time. “Where is he”, Wonwoo muttered darkly as cold wind started to hit his face. Wonwoo adjusted his skull blazoned leather jacket.

He turned his head as he heard voices from the lighter side of the alley. From what he heard of shrill giggles and laughter, with one stern voice telling them off, he presumed It was a group of girls, most of them very drunk, trying to make their way back home at this ungodly hour.

Wonwoo sighed again. By this time, he had been waiting for at least half an hour. He grabbed his burner phone out from his jacket pocket to check for any missed calls or texts, but to his disappointment, there was nothing except a few messages from dealers in the area. Wonwoo couldn’t help feeling hurt. This kind of rejection reminded him of the stupid crush’s he had in high school, and how they had turned him down.

Finally, he thought he had found a decent guy, who understood and didn’t question Wonwoo’s line of work, but turned out he was an ass who stood him up like a lot of the other guys.

Giving up, the black-haired male turned around, looking down dejectedly at the floor, and started to walk back to his bike.

Not, looking where he was going, he bumped into a tall object that he slightly bounced off.

“Uh, hey?” said a slightly deep, but warm voice. Wonwoo looked up and was instantly greeted with a beanpole of a boy, with chocolate brown hair and brown eyes to match, an awkward smile playing at his lips.

The sharp-eyed boy glared up at Mingyu for a few seconds, the younger ruffling his hair sheepishly. Then without much thought about what he was doing, grabbed Mingyu by the neck, pulling him down to then connect their lips, rather intensely.

The brown-haired boy stood shocked for a moment, before hastily kissing back, backing Wonwoo against a wall.

AN:

Yikes this is bad