Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

55

I park in a gas station parking lot. We sit in silence, listening to the music that played on the radio at a volume of five. I look toward him, his head turning to meet my eyes.

No words were spoken. We both were apologizing for the stress that we've taken on and given each other as well. I thought to myself, why couldn't we have a day to ourselves without having something happen?

I set my hand over his hand that was placed on my thigh. It was warm. It was soft. My thumb smoothed over his skin, feeling the radiated heat from it.

"If it were nighttime and we were having sex, we would totally get murdered," Minho says, his face turned stone before a small smile breaks out and a giggle erupts from him.

I laugh, "what the fuck?"

"I don't know," he smiles, picking at my jeans. "Just a random thought. It's like all of those movies we've watched."

"I mean, yeah, but- I don't know," I grin, feeling that the aura was beginning to shift. "You're so cute."

Minho's smile tightens as if he were trying to hide it. He puts his head down, covering his face that had a small pink tint to it.

"Awe, is Minnie blushing?" I tease, lifting my head to poke his shoulder.

"I'm still the default dom!" He pouts.

"Not right now you aren't," I chuckle, loving how flustered he got. "Alright, I'll stop. Are you hungry for some breakfast? We haven't eaten."

He nods, "breakfast sounds amazing."

"Mhm, so where do you wanna go?"

"The Pancake House?"

"Oh, yum! I haven't been there in awhile," I mention, starting the car back up after I pull up directions to the restaurant on my phone. "Okay, fifteen minutes. Play some music."

He connects his phone, scrolling through his playlist until Sweet Chaos by Day6 comes on. I smile, adoring the way we had quite a similar music taste but still different.

We both sing along to the song, missing a few lyrics and instead mumbling it with grins on our faces. When it ends, Minho turns the next song down, turning toward me.

"Your voice is amazing," he says, a proud look planted on his face. "It's like honey, but damn, you can rap."

"Well I'm not in 3Racha for nothing," I say before immediately regretting it.

"What's 3... 3Hracha?"

"Racha. Sriracha. Like the hot sauce," I blush, forgetting that I never told him that I rapped with Chan and Changbin. He knew that they rapped, just not me.

"What is it? Is it a group or something?"

"You know how Chan and Changbin rap?" He nods. "Well all three of us are in a self-producing group called 3Racha."

"What?? Is that why you're always doing music stuff on your laptop? How come you never told me?"

I shrug, "our music is good, but it's just embarrassing for me sometimes."

"Well what's your favorite song you've done? And is it on Youtube?"

"Yes, and I don't know," I respond, "I've never thought about it."

"Wait! Do you have a rap name like Chan?"

I nod hesitantly, "I do."

"What is it?"

"I'm not saying," I laugh.

"Fine, I'll call Chan-"

"It's J.One."

"J.One? That's cute," he giggles. "I'm gonna look up some songs. Give me a second."

"Oh my god, Minho, no," I whine, trying to take away his phone while driving.

He slaps my hand away, "no, pay attention to the road. My car, my music choice, brat."