Mingyu Shorts

Korean Song

"This music makes me want to let people feel loved," she screamed over the music blaring through the speakers. Her voice a little louder than it needed to be, her hair whipping around in the wind. Though the sun was setting it was bright, Mingyu's Gucci sunglasses shielded him from its harshness, but she sat in the passenger seat squinting into the distance.

Mingyu's grin was big and goofy on his face as he glanced from the road to her and back again, "It's a song that reminds me of you," she looked over at him and smiled as if her one goal was to put the sun out of business.

It was some Korean song and she didn't speak a lick of Korean, but the fact that it reminded Mingyu of her was enough for her to like it even more. "What's it called?"

"Hollywood," he said sliding his right hand from the wheel and onto her thigh, "it's by a group called The Black Skirts." A blush crept across her cheeks and she had to fight the urge to smile even wider. Her gaze fell from Mingyu's face to the blurred world that was passing them by.

It was a random trip to some country house Mingyu's family-owned, in some small town she had never even heard of. They weren't even dating yet and if her mother knew she was just travelling to random places with some boy who smoked cigarettes, cheated on tests, and fucked on the first date, she would undoubtedly be dead.

Maybe it was that thought, maybe it was the excitement of knowing that this was the first time that she would be staying with a boy, other than Vernon, alone, or maybe it was the fact that the Kim Mingyu, ultimate player, just put his hand on her thigh and told her that some obscure song in his native language reminded him of her...

Whatever it was, she was sure she had never been this happy in her entire life.