Chaeyoung's testament of Junhoe's love, told in short and sweet moments of the couple's everyday life.
blackpink's rosé x ikon's junhoe
{yg couple series 01}
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An awkward smile plasters on Junhoe's face as he stands beside the door of the car's passenger seat. He holds the door open for me to get in. Exchanged greetings are left unuttered as I slide inside. The door closes with a sharp bang, the air-condition calming my skin under the warm May weather.
The new car smell reminds me it's my first time to experience Junhoe driving. It's nothing fancy, but considering how most people our age are still in school, it's something.
It's a white pick-up truck, a surprise gift from Junhoe's grandmother for his imminent graduation. His parents are the least pleased because he's always spoiled with things like this. In her defense, with the Goo patriarch's health weakening with stroke, it's natural for Junhoe to assume his father's position someday. It's more symbolic, handing down bigger responsibilities on Junhoe's head more than him receiving it as a gift.
Junhoe goes around to take his place on the driver's seat. As I place my shoulder bag on my lap, he straps his seatbelt on. He settles his hands on the still-bare steering wheel. Our mundane conversation about him buying its cover brings to memory.
I have half the mind to offer buying one for him, but I bite my tongue, remembering the nice words he left for me earlier. The car starts moving away from the complex's parking lot. Alarmed at the numerous times we're hurled forward as he maneuvers out of the lot, I sit up straight and cross my arms, but I don't dare look at his direction.
A relieved sigh comes from the both of us when the car approaches the main road. As he turns the blinker on, Junhoe takes one quick glance at me. "Wear your seatbelt."
It's the first thing I hear from him today ever since our conversation on the phone. The reason behind the thought is endearing, but I don't find it in myself to think that now.
"I was going to do it anyway even if you didn't say so," I grumble under my breath.
Instead of snapping at me, he says as leveled as possible, "Guide me towards Jennie noona's place since I don't know where it is."
As I lean my head on the window, watching the surroundings blur by, I hum a noncommittal response. Besides me saying directions, there's not much to talk about. The air inside the cramped space makes me feel stuffy.
It becomes short-lived, however, when Junhoe, the one more uncomfortable with silence, speaks up and calls my name. Given the numerous times he glances my way, I know he's trying to breach the topic between us.
"Chaeyoung."
My lips pull to a frown, never budging from my place.
