I hum along to BTS' Mikrokosmos, loving the tasteful lyrics. Mingi smiles, glancing over to me before focusing back on the road.
"You know, it's been an official week since you came and talked to me," he chuckles. "How was I so lucky to have met you? I'm honestly not a lucky person. One time, my friend and I were flipping a coin and he said if it was heads, then I'd get $20 and if it was tails, I'd only get $5. Guess what happened?"
I look at him, "it was tails?"
He laughs and shakes his head, "nope. It landed on the rim, so I got nothing."
My eyebrows shoot up, "wow, you are unlucky. You're pretty clumsy, too, from what I've seen. How are you even alive?"
"No clue," he grins, "it's like the world wants to torture me, but not kill me. It's like I'm their prey and they're playing a game with me."
"Oh god, don't say that," I chortle, "if the world finds out you figured it out, they'll end you."
"Shit, you're right. Guess I'll shut up now," he smiles cheekily, winking at me.
The silence devours us, letting me follow the road in front of us without distractions. I try to think of a conversation starter, but decide to just stay silent or else I'd end up being more awkward than I actually am.
He sets his hand on my thigh, surprising me. A blush blooms on my cheeks, warming my face. Instead of removing it, I rest my own hand on top of his.
"Mingi?"
He hums.
"What are we?" I question, anxious to hear what he has to say about it.
"Good friends with crushes," he chuckles, "don't get disappointed with that answer, just be patient."
"Ugh, I'm not a patient person though," I whine, pulling a fake pout.
"Guess you'll have to suffer," he laughs, squeezing my thigh unconsciously.
I sigh dramatically, "suffering I shall do."
He laughs again, turning the steering wheel and pulling into my driveway, "then so be it. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"
"What if I don't show up?"
"You're showing up."
"Yes, sir."
"Sub," he mutters under his breath.
"I heard you!" I shout, furrowing my eyebrows and punching his shoulder lightly. "And for your information, I'm a switch. Asshole."
He rolls his eyes with a smug grin, "alright, honey bear. Go on, I'll see you later."
I scoff at the nickname, getting out of the car nonetheless, "Goodnight, Gi. Text me when you get home, loser."
"Goodnight, stranger. Will do."
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Messaging Mingi 🐠✨
Mingi 🐠✨
i'm homeeee
Yunho
😌✨ glad
you made it back
Mingi 🐠✨
teehee~
alright, goodnight!
Yunho
night night~
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Stranger In The Sand || Yungi ✔️
Fanfiction"Here we are in Ocean Blue, somewhere on the waves. We don't know where to go, but we're still together..." Started 3/30/20 - 6/29/20 Formerly known as 'Twilight' - Made during quarantine (inspired by my lonely, lovely nights)
