Mingi’s whole ******* life flashed before his eyes, anticipating the end of his life to be due to reckless driving. He squeezed his eyes shut, the only sounds he could process were the engine and Yunho’s shallow gasps for air.
Mingi wasn’t even breathing, at this point.
On the other hand, Yunho felt the flow of the voltage coursing through his veins as if they were wires, fueling his rush, awakening him like never before.
All he saw were bricks. So he swerved the Aventador right, skidding across the grit, the small spoiler wing practically a hair away from the wall.
The whole vehicle did a 360, Yunho easing down on the brakes as things took a different feeling. He looked over at Mingi, who finally opened his eyes, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips as his chest heaved.
Yunho unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of his seat and putting himself in Mingi’s lap. He locked his arms around his neck, Mingi’s slithering around his waist as they caught their breath together.
As their bodies settled down, Yunho was the first to pull away, yet keeping his body flush against Mingi’s. He cupped the elder’s face, his thumbs stroking his soft cheeks as his soft pants brushing against his lips.
“Where did you learn to do that ?”
Mingi inhaled, his hands holding tightly onto Yunho’s hips.
“I didn’t.”
Mingi laughed. “We could’ve died.”
“I know.”
Yunho smiled, leaning in, his forehead against Mingi’s.
Mingi pulled him in for another hug, holding him tightly before releasing.
“You should probably drive back, before the cops show up.” He whispered, running his hands through Yunho’s slightly sweat-damp hair.
Yunho whined, wiggling around a bit. “What, you don’t like when I sit on your lap ?” He purred, directly addressing their close, close proximity.
Mingi looked away, chuckling, before Yunho took his face back in his hands, pulling him closer.
“C’mon, Mingi-hyung, you have to admit. You like it when we’re this close, right ?” He sweetly smiled, using his soft-toned voice.
WILDCARD // iwillwooyou, aka, minx