Yeosang stomped through the front door, tossing his keys on the floor along with his coat and shoes. He opened the fridge because he planned to make himself some fried chicken. There was no chicken in the fridge. Dun dun dun dunnnnnnn. "CHOI JONGHO YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Jongho zoomed out of his room and into the kitchen. "Where the fuck is my chicken you mindless bird?" Jongho scratched his nape and smacked his lips. "I ate it?" Yeosang slammed his hands on the kitchen counter. "It even said "Kang Yeosang's chicken" and you still manage to eat it! I fucking love my chicken and you know that! How could you?!" "I didn't think you'd have a conniption over it! Jeez." "You need to think things through Jongho! Now this has really ruined my day!" "Hey, I'll by you some more chicken, okay?" Yeosang huffed and rolled his eyes, then flared at Jongho. "Then get to it." "Yes my Lord." Jongho said sarcastically, even bowing to add to the act. "Fucking dipshit." Yeosang said.
"Hey, I need you to drive me to work tomorrow." Yeosang said. "I don't have a car, and why?" "Uh I have a car, and I got my license provoked." "How'd you do that?" "Skipped a red light, the cop was fucking adorable though, I got his number." Jongho pouted to himself. "Of course you did." Jongho mumbled. "Jealous much?" Yeosang asked, laughing a bit. "No, never. But I'll take you to work tomorrow, sure." "My hero." Yeosang said. "I'm flattered babe." Yeosang blinked. "But, we go on my motorcycle." Yeosang snorted. "Not a chance, I want to make it to work alive." "You don't trust me? I get from point A to point B, you'd be safe." "Bitch you need to get from point A to point Z before I'll go on that death machine." Jongho chuckled. "I can do that too." Yeosang groaned loudly. "I'll ride your bike one day, I promise. But please just drive me to work tomorrow." "Why don't you ask one of your friends?" "They went to Busan for vacation, they're spending the weekend there." "Really?" "Yes really! Now will you drive me or not?!" "Yes, yeah sure." Yeosang sighed. "Thank you."
Yeosang woke up the next morning and got ready for work. "Jongho, lets go!" Jongho walked down the hallway and saw Yeosang dressed and ready, while he was still in sweat pants and a tank top. "I'll make you some coffee when we get there, come on." Jongho rubbed his face and put on his slides, following Yeosang out of the door. Jongho yawned and put the keys in the ignition, driving off. "Slow down, you're going to fast." Yeosang insisted. "Do you wanna be late?" Soon, the sound of sirens was heard from behind their car, "Dumbass! I told you to slow down! Pull over!" Jongho smirked and shook his head, he made a U turn and pressed on the gas peddle. "Jongho! What the fuck are you doing?!" "Getting you to work." He said. The police was following them. "Jongho this is a police chase!" "Jesus, live a little, will you?" "I want to live without getting arrested!" "Relax, I've done this plenty of times." "What?! That's even worse!" Jongho had turned in an allay, and lost the cops. "See? It wasn't that bad." Jongho said. "That was...really hot." Yeosang said. Jongho's eyebrows perked up. "Really?" "Yeah sure, for breaking the law. Now fuck me."
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biker boy || jongsang ✔️
FanfictionWhen Yeosang comes back to his apartment and finds that he has a roommate.
