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Jisung used to be scared of everything. Of ordering food, of spiders, of hights – okay, he still is – and of people. Life in general, maybe, because everything is so overwhelming about life and Jisung has always been someone easily overwhelmed. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but not quite good either.
He used to be the boy that avoided anything remotely dangerous, from busy roads all the way to making friends because he didn’t want to get… hurt. He’d preferably hide away in black hoodies and along walls.
‘’Look at me now!,’’ he finds himself screaming into the night, his voice definitely not carrying over the wind lapping at his clothes, the loud sound of the engine resonating in his body and the helmet on his head.
He knows the older in front of him has heard though when he twists the handle to speed up some more, something that makes Jisung grip onto his hips a little tighter.
The road is long and straight so Jisung unsticks his chest from the older’s back and leans backwards for a little, the urge to let go and spread his arms big but not big enough to do so. Maybe later when they aren’t going so insanely fast.
For now he lets himself enjoy the feeling of utter freedom.
He remembers the first time and how he had been busy being absolutely terrified by the speed and seemingly reckless driving. It hadn’t even been his idea to fucking get on the thing but in his panic over pretty eyes and sharp features and the sudden lack of transportation, he had accepted the offer for a ride back to his dorm. All Felix’s fault really, because of course it had been him to drag Jisung with him to the dance studio and introduce him to Minho.
’’I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. You two keep each other company for a little,’’
Felix had never gotten back and the rest is history. In hindsight it had been one of the most elaborate setups he has ever witnessed.
Jisung likes to pretend to still be offended but he isn’t, of course. How could he?
He smiles to himself and lets hands drift down to the older’s thighs and because he’s already so fired up, he lets the little devil on his shoulder take control and dares to wander a bit lower.
Muscles tense ever so slightly under his touch and Jisung wants to go a little further but knows that he’d be dead meat – quite literally, probably, they are going pretty fucking fast – if he dares to do so. The short pinch on his forearm before the older’s hand is back on the handle is a clear indication.
So a little reluctantly, he forces his arms back around Minho’s waist and holds on just tight enough for him not to fall off.
They speed through deserted intersections and passed high buildings and Jisung takes it all in like a sponge. He has always liked night-time, especially the emptiness of the world it brings. No crowds of people, no traffic jams and especially no pressure whatsoever.
At night the world stops and gives him time to just be without his brain going into overdrive.
His heart does though when they make a sharp left and he pasts himself to the older’s back again, arms securely around his waist. Jisung has long since gotten over the need to grip impossibly tighter and squeal though. No, instead he feels a giggle bubble up as he leans into the corner like his body has grown to do on instinct.
After what seems like hours, they slow down near the edge of the city. The older steers them to the river bank near the huge bridge and Jisung hops off before the older has even killed the engine. Jisung immediately ditches the helmet somewhere in the grass before looking out over the river.
He takes a second or two to admire the lights on the bridge and those of the next city on the other side of the river before he hears the motor getting killed. Jisung swirls around and laughs loudly even though he notices he’s shivering a little.
‘’You’re turning into such an adrenaline junkie,’’ the older snorts as he takes off his helmet, shaking out his slightly sweaty hair.
Jisung will never get over how dangerously handsome Minho looks like that, still sitting on his bike and balancing the weight with one leg on the ground. The worn leather jacket suits him so well too and he even manages to make his gloves look cool.
Jisung can only grin and almost skip over to the older, grip onto the collar of that fine leather jacket and pull him into a very messy kiss. It makes that Minho almost keels over but he regains his bearings quick enough to tug Jisung closer by his hips. Jisung’s hand just moves on its own when it ends up in the older’s locks and tugs, something that earns him a surprised but appreciative sound from Minho.
Old Jisung wouldn’t have been so bold either. Oh, how life sometimes takes a turn.
‘’Definitely adrenaline junkie,’’ Minho sighs against his lips once they back off for air, but Jisung isn’t fooled by the fake annoyance when the corners of the older’s mouth tug up into an even more smug grin.
Jisung decides to push Minho’s buttons like he has been doing all day, honestly, ‘’So what? It’s all your fault anyways,’’
‘’Come back here,’’ the older merely grumbles and it’s the lack of intonation that tells Jisung that Minho’s close to snapping. How unfortunate.
It’s Jisung’s turn to make surprised sound when lips get smashed on his and fingers tug at the beltloops on his jeans hard enough for him to knock into both Minho and the bike.
One of Jisung’s favourite things about kissing Minho is that he always tastes like fruity candy and smells like flowers and holds onto him like he’s afraid of letting go.
Minho is a little of an enigma, always has been and probably always will and Jisung loves him so much for it. He’s so contrasting in and of himself, from the way he can make Jisung’s knees buckle with just a stare to the way he dries pretty flowers he finds in between the pages of an old book.
It’s things like that that Jisung can’t stop fawning over, really, and he hopes that Minho’s just as enamoured by him. The younger knows he is because Minho is honest with his words but sometimes he just can’t phantom it.
Jisung finds himself getting down from whatever adrenaline high he had been on and melts into the older, the butterflies in his stomach never failing to erupt whenever the older cups his cheek like he’s the most precious thing on earth.
But then like Jisung’s suddenly actually on fire, Minho pulls away from him, ‘’Come on, we gotta go back before they know we’re missing,’’
He seems concerned but the sparkle in his eyes is hard to miss and paired with the fingers creeping under the younger’s shirt, Jisung knows his own game is getting turned on him.
‘’Who cares anyways? Let them miss us,’’ Jisung huffs before trying to go for a kiss again, but Minho diverts with a hearty laugh. It’s cute and the younger loves seeing Minho happy, but he’s upset anyways.
‘’Asshole,’’
‘’Babe, get on. I promise you get more than just kisses later,’’ Minho smiles his signature Cheshire cat smile, the one that always makes Jisung a bit weak in the knees, ‘’Unless you are cool with possible passer-by’s hearing you scream my name,’’
Jisung isn’t entirely opposed to the idea but he feels himself flush anyways. He can only be so brave with the extra adrenaline.
‘’Shut up,’’ he finds himself whining as he retrieves his helmet from wherever he had ditched it, ‘’Do you have no shame?,’’
Minho laughs again, shaking his head, ‘’It’s you who has no shame, we both know that all too well,’’
For the sake of his own wellbeing, Jisung decides to ignore the comment and merely pulls his helmet on before swinging his leg over the back.
‘’Cat got your tongue Hannie?,’’ the older asks as he pulls his own helmet back on.
‘’Just drive already!,’’ Jisung huffs back.
Minho grins one last time before bringing the engine back to life, revving it by turning the handle a couple of times. He shoots one last look over his shoulder and gives Jisung one of his winks.
‘’As you wish princess,’’