Speed Demon (btsracer!au)

pity rides

Theres something about the early morning. When the sun is yet to rise, and the air is still. The air seems hesitant as mother nature prepares the world for her show. When I was younger me and my sister would sit for hours and watch the sunrise. We would talk about our future dreams. I used to think that the stars were our loved ones after they died. I thought they would look after us even after their life ended. Watching to see their legacies fulfilled. But legacies are stupid. And mother nature is ever changing.
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The stars look pretty from under the bridge. The smoke from my cigarette is giving them a dazed look. Or maybe that's just me coming down from my high. I called namjoon a few minutes ago. He sounded quite eager to pick me up. He offered me a place to stay for the night, which I took reluctantly. As stubborn as I am, sleeping out here and getting raped doesnt appeal to me.

The sound of tires screeching on the pavement remind me of his appearance. I stagger my way to his passenger side. His profile looks exhausted. I never actually looked at him like this. His nose slopes down elegantly. curls landing in a perfect spiral. hands on the wheel carefree and stiff at the same time. Lines on his face from crying or laughing, I cant tell. Sometimes I forget that people exist. I forget that each person has a background and thousands of stories and memories. I usually stay away from getting close to people because of my dad leaving, but something about namjoon is just comforting. Like a teddy bear, or rain on a windowsill.

"So why'd you actually call me?"

I chuckle at his sassy tone.

"Well for now, I need to focus on going to sleep and we can talk in the morning about your whole 'family proposition'."

I kick my feet up on his dash and take another drag of my cigarette. He laughs dryly and puts the car in drive.

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I must have nodded off, because I'm being shaken lightly when I finally come to.

"We're here."

The house is bigger than expected. I wonder what side jobs they do to get this kind of money. I come to the conclusion that I dont want to use my legs and walk to the door. So I play dead. And as namjoon lifts me into his arms I hear a very quiet "cute".

Imma kill him tomorrow.