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Because You Love Me | One
It was times like these, as Kyungsoo rested his head against the seat, eyes closed and arm out basking in the sun and thick heated air, that he remembered why he liked road trips. Sure they were long and exhausting (especially when your legs fall asleep or maybe your ass feels like a pancake), but they were exciting nevertheless. It was an experience you couldn't find anywhere else as you move state to state getting a small taste of the different climates and vegetation. Seeing new places is what got his eyes to shine the most and his smile to grow.
Chanyeol and him were 2 days into their road trip across the country, originally coming from busy and crowded New York, New York, the pair decided to get away for a week or two and go to Nevada; where the giant's aunt had offered them a warm stay and "unlimited food." Chanyeol had been a little queasy on thought at first since he'd never been on an actual road trip himself, but a few sweet kisses here and there was what got him putting the suitcases in the back of the car along with snacks and drinks a few days earlier. He mainly did it for the shine in Kyungsoo's eyes as he got peppered in kisses, he didn't want that light to die from his boyfriend's eyes. Not then, not ever.
MGMT played low, the upbeat tune mixing well with the harsh sound of the wind as they made their way on the 70 West, Chanyeol hitting the gas pedal of his Nissan Sentra to 75 miles per hour. Both males were smiling against the wind, hair with no other choice but to be swept away as they sang along gleefully, "I said ooh girl, shock me like an electric eel...baby girl..." They shared a quick glance, one that made Kyungsoo blush a rosy shade, very similar to the one he'd sported when he first met Chanyeol.
Something as cheesy as "From a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need" didn't really deserve a blush back then. But that's exactly what Kyungsoo did as he giggled and slapped Chanyeol's arm playfully, the giant staring at him in a way Kyungsoo had always wanted to be stared at. It wasn't the most romantic setting either, well if being pulled to the back of the bleachers in the gym while a rally was going on can even count as romantic. Kyungsoo was just happy that someone, quite handsome at that, had actually picked up interest in him the last year of his high school career.
It will be a year and 8 months since they'd officially gotten together once they arrive at Chanyeol's aunt's place on the 23rd. It made Kyungsoo's stomach flutter as he stared out the window and the vast valley of dryness and mountain ranges. Somewhere behind him was Chanyeol's deep voice singing along to Electric Feel rather obnoxiously, but it only made him grin at the dork that is Park Chanyeol.
Maybe if he's lucky enough, and Chanyeol is willing to love him long enough, one day he'll go by Park Kyungsoo. Park Kyungsoo. The name tasted wonderful on his tongue, more than it should have. He bit his lip to stop himself from actually saying it out loud. Kyungsoo released a long, overjoyed sigh imagining the endless possibilities of how, where, and when would their wedding be. What kind of cake they would have. Would it be really big, enough to feed a whole entire population? Or just the right size to share between loved ones?
He didn't know, only the future knew what it had in store for the dark haired boy and his red headed high school sweetheart. Kyungsoo was optimistic though (one of the things Chanyeol adored). Chanyeol and him have had a couple of fights since they got together (more than he realizes actually) but that doesn't really matter cause he knows there's a strong mutual love bond between them. They wouldn't have been together for this long, right?
All thoughts went out the window and left with the wind as Kyungsoo squinted at the words written across the green post not too far from them. Welcome to Utah. Utah. "Chanyeol! Chanyeol look! Utah! We're in Utah now!" Kyungsoo jumped in his seat as he tugged at his boyfriend's sweatshirt. Chanyeol chuckled with a smile, taking a quick glance at the sign Kyungsoo had spotted, "Yeah yeah I saw. You need to stop doing that by the way, I'm going to crash one of these days watch."
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and facing away from the giant, but a small grin remained on his plump lips, "You're too good of a driver for that. What's there to crash anyway? A tumble weed?" Chanyeol's smile grew, "Hey you never know! Just chill on the excitement alright?" There was a small silence of only wind until the CD moved on to the next song and Kids started playing. Kyungsoo opted to quietly tapping his fingers to the beat on the edge of the rolled down window instead of replying. He closed his eyes, letting the thick heat settle into his body as he relaxed every tense muscle.
What felt like a minute had really been about an hour when Kyungsoo opened his eyes and was greeted by a dark night sky and slightly cooler weather. He wiped the small drool that had fallen down the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Gross. The music had went from a volume of 18 to 4, Midnight City playing as he turned to look at Chanyeol, who looked like his head was ready to fall over the steering wheel.
"Morning sunshine," Chanyeol managed to articulate through a long yawn, his eyes blinking harshly once and twice to readjust his vision. Kyungsoo rubbed at his own semi blurry eyes before giving away a small smile, "Hey dork... sleepy much?" The usual cute grin spread across Chanyeol's pale face as he nodded, "A bit yeah. We're in Thompson now so like...6 hours from Clark County?"
All drowsiness drained from Kyungsoo and was replaced with the same excitement he'd been filled with for the past 2 days and a half. "So we'll arrive around 2 a.m?" Kyungsoo's wide eyes stared eagerly at the red head. 6 hours was nothing! Well at least when compared to 28+ hours it wasn't. "Yeah but I was thinking of pulling over somewhere around here to catch a bit of sleep, I'm really drained Kyungie."
He didn't need a response from Kyungsoo knowing he'd abide either way. It took another 10 minutes to find a resting area where large trucks were stationed under dim lights. They parked in a fairly empty parking lot, only two other small cars parked on the opposite side of where they were.
After both males had taken the toiletry bag and used the restroom and brushed their teeth, they returned to the car where they reclined both seats as far as they can. On their whole trip so far, they'd only stayed in a motel twice, in which they were able to shower and rest comfortably. The 2nd time was just yesterday when they were barely entering Colorado, so it was time to sleep in the car for the second time.
Kyungsoo adjusted his favorite pillow underneath his head, hugging onto his small green pillow for extra comfort with one arm, as he pulled up the thin sheet of blanket he had brought. He closed his eyes after glancing at Chanyeol, who had his eyes already closed and was close to drifting away from reality and into dream land. But the bright light of enthusiasm lit within Kyungsoo and decided that he wasn't going to sleep tonight.
They were only 6 hours away from their destination and Kyungsoo couldn't be happier. It's not that he didn't enjoy the past 2 days of waking up early and leaving to enjoy some quick breakfast at the nearest McDonald's, or the smell of different cities and valleys, but reaching a destination was always the highlight of a road trip.
It was going to be his first time meeting a relative of Chanyeol's that wasn't his mom or dad. It made his stomach feel a bit uneasy, the need to be accepted by another one of his boyfriend's family members of course had him nervous.
The windows were rolled down just a slight inch to get the fresh air circulating within the small perimeter of the car. Small chirping of crickets surrounded them in the almost vacant night. He slowly opened his large eyes, peering at the red tousled locks before him, dark eyelashes contrasting against Chanyeol's pale skin. His boyfriend was beautiful and he doesn't think he's ever going to get over that.
Kyungsoo reached out a pale index finger to poke the tip of Chanyeol's cute nose, "Channy...Yeol..wake up," he spoke quietly as he poked again. A few seconds later the giant stirred a bit, low grumbles left his throat as his face contorted in distaste, making Kyungsoo only smile even more, "Channy.." Said boy brought out a hand from underneath the blanket, rubbing his eyes from the heavy sleepiness that covered them, "What- I'm up, I'm up- What's wrong?"
"I can't sleep," Kyungsoo replied in a normal voice that sounded a bit louder. Chanyeol stared back at him with a blank expression before blinking, "Can I go back to sleep now?" Kyungsoo shook his head, "No! I'm bored and lonely when you're asleep," a pout began to form on his lips. The giant groaned, his body begging him to rest, especially his eyes, "Kyungsoo I'm tired don't you understand? Stop being childish, I hate when you get like that, just close your eyes it's not that hard."
Kyungsoo would be lying if he said he was surprised by the harsh tone his boyfriend spoke to him in, as if he was a kid who'd done something terribly bad. But really, he was used to it, he'd heard that same tone many times before, but it didn't mean it hurt less every time. He adverted his gaze, staring at his hands that encircled the green pillow instead of Chanyeol's fuming eyes. "I'm sorry... I just...Sorry," his voice trailed off, letting the crickets do all the talking.
"It's fine just don't pull that crap again I'm seriously trying to sleep," with that being said, Chanyeol let his eyes shut and his tensed muscles to relax. He wasn't aware of the sudden cloud that dwelled above his short boyfriend, all he was focused on was resting to be able to make it to Nevada the next morning.
Kyungsoo's chest ached in a familiar way, Crap? Is that what he's calling it now? He hated when Chanyeol got in that mood, the result was always him being hurt and Chanyeol hardly trying to make him feel better the next day. Kyungsoo's eyes suddenly stung and he knew what followed. Opening the glove compartment, he pulled out a cigarette and lighter with delicate fingers, tossing the blanket off of him and opening the door.
"Where are you going?" Chanyeol spoke, voice groggy and agitated. "Gonna take a drag, don't worry about me just go to sleep," Kyungsoo sneered before slamming the car's door shut. His eyes began to water as he stuck the thin cigarette between his lips, a shaky hand flicking the lighter on a few times before it's flame sparked long enough to burn the tip. Kyungsoo took a rather long, sharp inhale of his reliever before releasing the cloud of smoke into the cool night.
He sat on the curb not too far from where their car was parked. Taking another long drag, Kyungsoo looked up at the night sky through eyes covered in wetness. The stars were clustered above him, so many of them twinkling without a worry in their existence. He exhaled with a smile, finding some solace from his shining friends. Which brought him to another reason as to why he likes road trips, the stars. Something you couldn't see in a city filled with tall buildings and so many lights that weren't natural that stole the spotlight of the real beauty in the night sky.
The next morning Chanyeol and Kyungsoo found themselves eating Uncrustables and sipping at their Caprisuns under the shade in a small picnic table in the resting area. Birds chirpped happily and the sun flared its strong rays. Engines from the large trucks roared as one by one they made their way onto the highway. Everything seemed to be making noise and conversation except for the two males eating their breakfast snack.
It usually went like this, waiting for each other to utter the first word after a small (or big) fight. If Kyungsoo had to admit, he was stubborn and could go quiet for as long as he wanted. He wasn't usually at fault anyway, so he made sure it was Chanyeol who spoke first.
Kyungsoo took another bite of his sandwich, an area with only peanut butter. He stole a quick glance up at the red head who had his gaze fixed on him. It made Kyungsoo's stomach turn a little. He disliked when Chanyeol stared at him like that after a quarrel they had. It was a stare that meant to let Kyungsoo know that he was going to get his way even if Chanyeol didn't like it.
Chanyeol sipped at the last remains of his Caprisun before speaking up. "Look Kyungsoo-...Kyungie," there was nothing more Kyungsoo hated than when Chanyeol changed his tone of voice to a more loving one, "I'm sorry for bursting out on you like that last night. I was just really tired and my bones hurt a shit ton and my eyes burned like hell." Kyungsoo kept his eyes lowered, setting down his sandwich on the napkin, his stomach suddenly got tired of it.
"Baby?" Chanyeol reached out and enveloped Kyungsoo's small hand in his large one, "I really am sorry." Kyungsoo daringly looked up, his boyfriend's features were soft and harmless, nothing compared to the one's last night. A gentle squeeze on his hand and he knew he had no choice but to surrender, "Will you forgive me baby?" No. Kyungsoo looked away from those hypnotizing brown eyes to the small building of restrooms, "Yeah," his voice came out smaller than he wanted, yet it still satisfied Chanyeol.
The giant smiled gleefully as he got up to lean over the wooden table, his hands softly holding Kyungsoo's small face and planting a lingering kiss on his plump lips, "I love you okay?" The shorter male only nodded shyly, his gaze still not quite meeting Chanyeol's, "Okay."
They were a little past Crescent Junction, Walking On A Dream playing, when it happened.
"Well I guess I just really want your aunt's approval of me," Kyungsoo sighed, his legs criss-cross,as he rolled up the window. "That's why you're nervous?" Chanyeol chuckled at the adorable confession. "Y-Yeah I mean...I've always dreamed of a big wedding so I was thinking, if your whole family approves of me and my whole family approves of you, imagine how big our wedding is going to be!" Kyungsoo spoke excitedly, his cheeks warming as he turned on the AC. He never really spoke about possible marriage before, but he felt the sudden urge to do so, and he did.
The soft blast of air and soft vocals seemed to be his only response. He turned to Chanyeol, who only looked deep in thought, his lips pursed. "Wedding? Marriage?" he thumped his long fingers on the steering wheel, "I..I'm not too sure on that one Kyungie." Kyungsoo's gaze faltered, he suddenly felt childish for bringing up such fantasy so soon. "I mean- we just graduated you know? We still have our lives to sort out- careers to think of-"
"We're doing that together though, aren't we?" Kyungsoo's voice was laced with hope as he rubbed his arm, a little habit of his when he got nervous or anxious. Chanyeol sighed, bringing a free hand to the back of his neck and lightly rubbing it as some sort of distraction. "Kyung..soo, we're reaching the time of our lives where we need to make important decisions. Those come before we start thinking of marriage and what not..It-It's not that I don't want to be with you or anything," he stammered a little too nervously before softening, "but- marriage just seems a little far-fetched you know?"
No, Kyungsoo didn't know. He only knew he wanted to be with Chanyeol and get a small apartment like they had originally planned last year and support each other through college. But maybe if Kyungsoo would of mentioned that, Chanyeol would of thought it as far-fetched too, even now. He wasn't ready to hear the blunt opinion Chanyeol had to input.
"Plus, we have to let fate decide what's in our future," Chanyeol ran a hand through his fiery locks and kept it there, keeping the steering wheel steady, "Whether we'll still be together or not, we don't know." The words hit Kyungsoo harder than they should have, and it hurt. Hurt to know that his boyfriend, his first lover (first everything really), wasn't willing to put in the commitment Kyungsoo thought he would. "Are you saying you're willing to let me go that easy?" His voice was small but it still managed to fall into the other's ears.
"No, no Kyungsoo that's not what I'm-"
"Just tell me the truth Chanyeol! Tell me you don't see a future in us, tell me marriage was just my fantasy cause I couldn't see myself with anybody else!" Kyungsoo's voice was stronger than before as tears welled in his eyes, his heart pounding loud in his ears from exhilaration. "Kyungsoo just listen to me will you-" Chanyeol's voice came out calmer than expected, and maybe it enraged Kyungsoo a bit more.
"No you listen to me, all I wanted was for you and me to be together then, together now, and together in the future is that so hard? Or is it just a stupid idea to you?" Kyungsoo spoke with a shake to his voice as he wiped away the tears that had made their way down his cheeks without his consent.
On the other side of the car, Chanyeol gripped the steering wheel with both hands now, his knuckles turning whiter than his own natural skin color. "This is stupid Kyungsoo, you're just being childish and ignorant," he spat in disbelief. Kyungsoo chuckled bitterly, right, he was childish. Nothing more. Kyungsoo yelled accusingly, his voice muting out the music in the background, "Childish and ignorant for wanting something out of this? Out of us? I can't believe you! You're so-"
"Goddamn it Kyungsoo!" Chanyeol's fist came in contact with the steering wheel, the loud thump resonating in Kyungsoo's ears, causing him to flinch. "Look, I don't want to think about getting married right now okay?! Even if I was I don't think we could, Kyungsoo- I want children alright, do you understand?" His voice was loud and angry as it hit Kyungsoo's eardrums and he couldn't help but to challenge the range.
"Is that what's stopping you?! Chanyeol- We could adopt-"
"Biological children Kyungsoo!" another slam to the steering wheel, another flinch from Kyungsoo, "Children with my blood and my DNA, myown children!"
Kyungsoo's hands began to shake from rage as he faced away and out the window. He could see his faint reflection on the rolled up window, cheeks red and stained as more tears were starting to make their way down. He wished more now than ever to be given the ability to unhear things. He wanted so badly to unhear the hurtful words, the hurtful truth. He couldn't give Chanyeol what he wanted, and at some point his heart fell to the ground, left with only a heavy pain in his chest.
He suddenly couldn't stand being in the same car as Chanyeol, he'd rather be anywhere but in here. A long sigh from the male next to him aggravated Kyungsoo. He felt a soft hand land on his shoulder, his body automatically shrugging it off, "Don't touch me.." It was then Kyungsoo realized this was by far the worst fight they'd gotten in, and he wasn't too sure how long recovery would take this time.
"Kyungsoo...I'm sorry- I..I didn't mean it, I didn't, I was just so mad and-"
"Shut up," Kyungsoo bit back his newly formed tears, some managing to escape.
"Please Kyungsoo.." That tone again, how Kyungsoo disliked it.
"Pull over right now," Kyungsoo breathed out heavily through gritted teeth, "Please- Just pull over." Though he spoke with a shaky tranquility, he was far from tranquil. "What? No- No, Kyungsoo, I'm sorry-" Kyungsoo bit on his lip harder, trying his best to contain this, thisanger and pain. If he would've turned to face the red head, Kyungsoo would've seen the equally tear stained cheeks. But maybe he didn't turn around for a reason.
"Fucking pull over!" It was Chanyeol's turn to flinch as the bitter cry left the lips he most endeared. His hands worked on their own as he slowed down and drove off to the side. Dust filled the air momentarily as he braked.
Kyungsoo didn't think twice as he grabbed the backpack between his legs on the floor and pulled the door's handle harshly. The car's door swung open, the thick heat enveloping the once cool atmosphere of the car. Kyungsoo pulled the backpack strap over his shoulder as he got out, wiping away the last of his tears.
"Kyungsoo- Get back in the car," Chanyeol sighed shakily, eyes threatening with new tears. "Get the fuck out of here," Kyungsoo pointed down the road they were once on, doing his best to not yell. He looked anywhere but at Chanyeol. "No, Kyungsoo, get back in-"
"I said get the fuck out of here you cunt! I don't want to see your stupid face anymore, don't you understand?" Kyungsoo yelled, but now he was staring at those brown eyes that used to make him happy. "You're a fucking piece of shit and I don't want anything to do with you anymore!" he strained his vocal chords one last time before swinging the door shut with a loud thump.
He doesn't know when, or at what point Chanyeol drives off, wheels leaving behind a cloud of dust as he speeds off. Kyungsoo's eyes are dry now, exhausted from letting so many tears flush down his cheeks. His throat feels dry and abused as he turns around and makes his way down the dusty land. He wasn't sad anymore, sadness left him a while back. What fueled him now was anger. Pure, natural anger.
It maddens him how Chanyeol had the audacity to be with him this long if he knew what he wanted in the end. He wanted a woman who could bare his children, so why did he stick along with Kyungsoo? Why did he drag him around like a lovesick puppy? Maybe he was more of a toy than a boyfriend. The thought had Kyungsoo's fist heated, the sudden urge to punch something, someone, had never been so great.
"You stupid idiot!" Kyungsoo kicked a rock and watched it tousle over and over with the dirt. The sun was beating on him and he's never felt so disgusted. He was a sweating, dusty, angry mess and it was all Chanyeol's fault. And a little of his own. It was going to take some time but Kyungsoo's determined to get over the tall idiot. He's tired of falling for that stupid giant's half-hearted apologies and meaningless words.
"I need a cigarette," he sighed as his fingers ran through his dark hair. He shrugged off his backpack and brought it around in front of him. He stopped and opened the small front pocket where he spotted the only good thing to him right now. He pulled out the last cigarette (secretly debating whether to smoke it right now or later) as quickly as he could with shaky, enraged hands and scooped up the lighter. He definitely needed it right now.
The stick was in between his lips all too familiarly as he brought up the lighter. He flicked it once a bit too slowly. Flicked it twice a bit too harshly. Flicked it three times and damn, I need to stop shaking, Kyungsoo scolded himself as he attempted again. But nothing. Kyungsoo sighed in frustration, and maybe he shouldn't have because as soon as that sigh left his mouth so did his last cigarette.
Kyungsoo's eyes widened even more as he watched the poor stick fall onto the dirt all too quickly for him to have enough reaction time. "Nooo," he whined as he stomped a foot on the ground, only making matters worse as a bunch of dirt flew over and covered the whole cigarette. "Great- Just great Kyungsoo! Way to go buddy," Kyungsoo rolled his eyes hardly believing the amount of luck he had today.
"Way to-" he stomped on the useless cigarette, "-fucking" another stomp," go Kyungsoo." He walked away before his agitation could grow anymore rather than calm down like it should have. He continued his route down the opposite way Chanyeol had gone. Chanyeol. Ha. Why did his name suddenly make Kyungsoo want to laugh? He didn't know, he just laughed it away, bitterly almost.
As he continued his walk down the deserted highway, readjusting his backpack straps on his shoulders, sun hitting his face a bit too harshly, Kyungsoo decided he was going back home. Yepp. He was going from Thompson, Utah all the way to New York, New York with possibly ten dollars, a lighter, perhaps a water bottle, and a few boxers and pijama t-shirts. Not like he had a choice anyway. Maybe along the way he'd get over Chanyeol and their not so clear breakup.
He tried to ignore the twist his heart made when repeating the now sickening name. Chanyeol. That name with so much memories and smiles. It won't be so easy as Kyungsoo thought to just get rid of him from his thoughts, his feelings, and life. But if he had to be honest, if Chanyeol came driving by right now to pick him up he'd gladly accept, with a warm smile and all, then as soon as he's home he'd declare Chanyeol dead.
As if he never existed.
But somewhere between the early morning and afternoon, as Kyungsoo grew exhausted from walking, he'd hoped more than anything that Chanyeol changed his mind and would stubbornly come to pick Kyungsoo up. Even if it meant hearing his stupid apologies.
Though he never came. Not one and not two hours later either. Kyungsoo started to lose hope and grasped onto the only idea he had in mind (that is if he didn't want to be eaten by coyotes at night). One deep breath and Kyungsoo stuck out his thumb to any car that passed by, hoping someone would be kind enough to give him a ride to the nearest station, murderer or not.
Another couple hours later and Kyungsoo was convinced that humans were heartless. Completely empty and void of any feelings. And I thought Chanyeol was bad.
The thing with Kyungsoo is, if his mother blessed him, if she even blessed him at all, it was the ability to get over things rather quickly. And two things Kyungsoo was slowly getting over was Chanyeol and this desert. He didn't know which one was worse though, then again, both were dry and empty. Kyungsoo laughed to himself , still trying to grasp the idea that yes, he was in the middle of nowhere trying to hitchhike, because his boyfriend is a mess and so is he. Maybe it will hit him tomorrow.
There was so many ways he could've avoided this situation, yet odds were against him. He kicked a few pebbles as he awaited the next car to drive by. If he learned something it was to definitely not stick your thumb out for large trucks. Otherwise you were likely to get some weird middle aged guy looking for the nearest strip club.
So he avoided those and waited patiently for a normal car to pass by, the heat becoming more and more bearable. The sun was lower than it had been this morning so he knew it was probably the late afternoon. Amidst all this tragedy, Kyungsoo had to admit leaving his phone in the glove compartment was probably the worst, right next to stomping on his last cigarette. Why did he have to be so clumsy, naturally that is?
His tenth sigh that day since Chanyeol dumped him so gracefully was released as soon as the sun was ready to come down. He ran a finger over his lips, they were drier than they had been earlier. The thing is, Kyungsoo was a bit smart and refused to drink his water bottle. Not only did he not know how long he'll be out here for, but he also didn't want to risk the need to pee. He was definitely not one of those guys who just stick it out and piss wherever they please, and he was not about to become one either.
It was around this time that his legs started to really ache and as much as he's been avoiding to sit down on the dirt, or dusty road, he knew that he needed to. He exhaled a long breath of relief as he sat down and felt his legs finally resting. His black joggers weren't the best thing when in contact with any type of dirt, but he didn't care at this point. He looked around, waiting for a car, any car. He hadn't seen one in the past hour, or so it felt like an hour. He promised himself to jump at the next car he sees, nice or not.
Right when he was about to give up on hope, Kyungsoo squinted off into the far distance of heat waves, to his left a small red blotch approaching. He felt giddy with excitement as he got up on his legs and dusted off his pants. As the red blotch got closer and closer, Kyungsoo waved his arm in the air, the other too busy signalling a thumbs up. He needed to get out of here, fast, and to the nearest station. The red car got closer and closer and finally- it swept right by. Not even acknowledging Kyungsoo as a cactus. The boy's shoulders sagged as he groaned, "Why me? Why?"
Today was definitely not Kyungsoo's day because another two cars had done exactly the same thing to him. Was it something he did? Something he said to have the Gods punishing him likes this? Of course it is, Kyungsoo always knows what to say wrong. He always knows what to do bad. It was just his type of luck.
The sun was somewhere behind the mountains, the sky a gradient blue and purple, when a black car was approaching from his left from where he was seated. "Hello, my name is Do Kyungsoo and I know how to piss everyone off. I was wondering if you could give me a lift?" Kyungsoo sighed with boredom, his head resting on his chin, the other hand doing what it does best.
To his surprise, the black car, a nice one at that, slowly pulled over. Kyungsoo got up off his feet not caring if he was covered in dust. He quickly slung his backpack over his shoulders and approached the car with the best smile he could muster.
The window on the passenger side of the Nissan GTR rolled down, and Kyungsoo was kind of scared to look through it. The night was coming out rapidly and Kyungsoo wondered if anybody would hear his screams when the driver reveals to actually be a serial killer. But who was he kidding? He was desperate and this was actually the first car to stop.
"You lost or something?" a soft, yet deep voice spoke as Kyungsoo got closer to the open window. He gulped once before peering down into the dark window and into the black leather interior, and up to the face of- a male god? The man had a natural tan grazing his entire body with an almost golden undertone. His hair was a dusty pink, complimenting his complexion perfectly. And those eyes-
"Um...are you okay?" the male chuckled, revealing the most beautiful smile that could surely blind Kyungsoo. "Oh- me? Yeah, "Kyungsoo inhaled and nodded, "Yeah I'm fine." His eyes wandered down to the back tux, wrinkle free and well fitted. His eyes naturally followed up to the arm which was still holding on to the steering wheel, a Bulgari watch clutched on his wrist. What kind of job does this man have? Kyungsoo wondered to himself as his eyes dropped to the ground.
"Did you need a ride or something urgent?" the male asked again, seeing how the other had been in dreamland. Kyungsoo's eyes snapped up, "Oh uh- Yeah I just needed a ride to the nearest station then I'd go from there..." he trailed off as all this seemed unreal. He was finally getting a ride offer. Progress.
"Well the closest station with actual good service and a motel is in Clark County, and it's conveniently on the route I'm headed to." Ah yes, Clark County out of all places. He knew life wasn't done messing with him. But he obviously couldn't let this opportunity pass up. "That would actually be okay, anything but here right?" Kyungsoo laughed nervously as he readjusted his backpack.
"Alright then I won't mind looks like you've had a hectic day. You aren't a serial killer though are you?" That velvety smile again, Kyungsoo could melt.
"I should be asking you that."