"You had me fucked up."
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In which Lee Donghyuck realizes he's being played. It hurts him, yes, but maybe he's a masochist.
Warning: mentions of underage drinking
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Donghyuck immediately separates from Jimin, body feeling limp and jelly-like. Donghyuck stare in horror as Sicheng walks closer and closer to the porch, hands in his jeans pocket as his gaze slowly devour Donghyuck.
"What's wrong?" Jimin asks, tone a little bit impatient.
"N-nothing." Donghyuck answers hurriedly and pulls Jimin closer to kiss her again.
"Aren't you Mrs. Lee's son?"
The two turned their heads to the owner of the voice. What happened next caught Donghyuck off guard.
"Sicheng?" Jimin said in a surprised tone.
"What are you doing here," Sicheng asks and his eyes drift to Donghyuck. "kissing my neighbor?"
Jimin's eyes open wide in shock before she lets out a small laugh, "My friend Ningning is Chenle's cousin, so I just came along with her. What a small world."
"...Right," Sicheng's gaze had never left Donghyuck as Jimin continues to tell her tale. "and what are you doing here?"
"Do I need your permission to be here?" Donghyuck said as he avoids Sicheng's eyes.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." Sicheng smirks at Donghyuck. "But don't you have school tomorrow?"
"I'm 17, I'm allowed to do whatever I want." Donghyuck huffs, putting all of his strength into standing up and not melt at the pet name.
"Of course, you're a big boy now. But you wouldn't want mommy to hear that you're not sleeping do you?" Sicheng said, tone slightly mocking.
"Since when do you give a shit?" Donghyuck snarls.
"Um, I'm just gonna... leave you guys to it." Jimin said, sensing the tension and flee from the scene.
"Look sweetheart, I could care less if you want to drink a whole bottle of booze in my friend's party, but Mrs. Lee is an angel and the fact that you're lying to her doesn't sit well with me."
Donghyuck's heart did a summersault and everything goes blank when Sicheng grabs Donghyuck's hand and drags him to his motorbike.
"Put this on." Sicheng said, handing Donghyuck his helm.
"Um, what are you- what are we doing." Donghyuck asks with furrowed eyebrows, his poor brain can only handle so much and it couldn't possibly process what's happening at the moment.
"I'm taking you home." Sicheng answers as he puts on his helm on Donghyuck's head.
"No!" Donghyuck snaps as he tries to take off the helm.
Sicheng grabs both of Donghyuck's hands and looks at him dead in the eye. "You go home and I promise not to tell your parents we met here."
Donghyuck grows still, he doesn't want both of his parents to know he's been wearing fishnets leggings, kissing people, and drank an unhealthy amount of cherry cola. He got no choice but to come with Sicheng. Only God knows what that could do to Donghyuck's heart.
Taking the silence as an agreement, Sicheng takes a helmet on the ground belonging to god knows who and puts it on. He swings his leg and got on top of his ride. "Get on."
Donghyuck obliges only because he has to, his heart is stammering against his ribcage and he doesn't think it's healthy. Donghyuck isn't sure where to put his noodle arms at, so it just sits awkwardly beside his torso.
"Hold on to me." Sicheng said as his head turn slightly towards his back. "You wouldn't wanna fly off would you?"
Donghyuck is extremely positive that his face is cherry red right about now. He slowly grips on both side of Sicheng's leather jacket, he's still not sure if he's doing the right thing.
He heard a low chuckle coming from Sicheng before he was pulled by the wrists, making his face bump into Sicheng's back. Sicheng guides Donghyuck's hands so it wrap Sicheng's waist. His nose is suddenly filled with scent of cigarettes. Donghyuck doesn't know why but he finds the way Sicheng's leather jacket smelled like smoke incredibly hot. Donghyuck's mind and heart is going haywire, he's unable think and almost forgot how to breathe. He doesn't understand how he ended up hugging Sicheng from the back on top of his motorcycle.
Basically, Donghyuck is dead now.
Without further warning, Sicheng starts the engine making Donghyuck yelp in surprise.
Sicheng is going fast. When Donghyuck say fast, he means he's going what feels like light-speed. Donghyuck is now clutching onto Sicheng for dear life. He wants to scream for his mommy, but thankfully he still got enough conscience in him to hold it back.
He can take it.
He can take this.
...
He couldn't take it.
His mind is stuck on determining the answer of a question; is this a dream or not. Donghyuck is overwhelmed, he can feel the cold wind hitting his body mercilessly, he can smell the distinctive scent of smoke from Sicheng's leather jacket, he sees the way he passes hundreds of streetlight lined perfectly by the sides. Everything was glowing brightly even though it was nightfall.
Time seems to go fast. Most of it was wasted with Donghyuck trying to remember how to function properly. For example, he didn't remember he was holding his breath until he started to feel dizzy. Before he knew it, the thrilling ride from Gangnam to Myeong-dong came to an end. Donghyuck was still frozen when Sicheng turn the engine off, hands still unconsciously wrapping around Sicheng's waist. Sicheng lets out a small laugh before gently putting Donghyuck's arms away. He was first to get down and he run his fingers through the strands of his pale pink hair right after he took off his helmet.
Fuck, that was really hot.
"Hurry up and get inside." Sicheng said after Donghyuck goes down and give Sicheng his helmet.
"What, you think I'm going to try and run off again?." Donghyuck said as he crosses his arms.
Sicheng only shrugs.
Donghyuck scoffs and makes his way to his house, not forgetting to stomp his foot on each step. He snuck to his room through his window quietly and shut it close when he got inside.
Donghyuck was still trying to comprehend what had happened, waiting for any kind of surprise coming his way. Because first, he was kissing a girl and all of the sudden his gay crush came and took him home with his motorcycle while wearing his sexy smoke-scented leather jacket. Who knows, maybe after this a talking cat named Luna will come and tell him to become sailor moon or some shit.
The loud sound of Sicheng's motorcycle wake him out of his stance and he quickly look through his window and see a glimpse of his motorcycle zooming out of sight.
Donghyuck lets out a huff and throw his body to the bed.
"That just happened." He whispered to himself.
"I rode on Sicheng's motorcycle." He said in disbelief.
"His leather jacket smells like cigarettes." He was now giggling as he turn his body to burry his dumb grin on the pillow. "and you did all this when I was trying to forget you."
