#exo runaway

The guys, after making a big deal about your hunger, rode to the nearest gas station and bought a bunch of snacks. The next thing you know, you're all cramped in their garage, the motorcycles lined against the wall carefully.

When Junmyeon rips open a bag of chips and hands it to you, he asks, "So, the lot of us have been planning to have a long ride at the end of the month. Are you up to joining us?" Gratefully, you take the bag and start eating the  contents ravenously.

"Junmyeon," YiFan says, giving him a look you didn't understand.

"Sounds fun." You reply after a mouthful of chips. Jongin laughs at your stuffed cheeks, wiping crumbs away from the sides of your mouth. "Will you pick me up again?" You ask. You wish you had your own bike, but there's no way you could afford one.

"Yeah, and this time, you can ride with me." Chanyeol nods at you, smirking slightly. You laugh and throw an unopened bag of chips at him. "Yah!" He catches the bag just before it hits his face, then opens it up for himself.

"_____," You turn your attention to YiFan. He's looking at you worriedly. "That end-of-the-month ride we've been planning is, seriously, long. I don't think you should go."

"Why not?" You ask. Something in the back of your heart is telling you it's because you don't actually belong with them, even though you've felt so at home with these boys. It makes you sad, but you've accepted that you'll never fit in a group a long time ago.

"Because it's a road trip." He explains, sliding off his leather gloves and setting them aside. He examines the bags of chips carefully before picking up the funyuns. "Are you allowed to go out with strangers for that long?"

"I'm not supposed to be out right now, either." You remind him, and you see Junmyeon shift guiltily. "But it doesn't matter. I can make my own choices, can't I?"

"I just don't want you getting in trouble." He says, and you're taken aback by the sincerity of his words. You know he means it, because of the look in his eyes.

"I'm a big girl," You reply, shoving more chips in your mouth to distract yourself from his ardent gaze. "I can take care of myself." Something seems to spark in the guys at your phrase, and you can visibly see their mischief growing.

"You're a big girl, huh?" Baekhyun giggles, peeling away from Sehun and crawling over to you. "Prove it. Arm wrestle me."

"What?" You watch with wide eyes as the boys find something to put your elbows on. "Are you joking?"

"Nope!" He exclaims, finally pulling over a strongbox and leaning on it smugly. "If you win, I'll give you my scarf." The boys suddenly "ooo" loudly, and Kyungsoo sighs at their excitement.

"You must be really confident if you're betting your clothes." You smirk, unable to help it. You set your arm on the box and grab his hand.

"Give me a reason not to be." He challenges, and you grin in anticipation as Jongdae counts down from three.

"Go!"

The first thing Baekhyun does is gasp, because he wasn't expecting you to actually be tough to beat. He made the mistake of underestimating you, and it shows when his hand smacks against the surface instead of yours.

The boys all cheer in excitement, obviously as surprised as Baekhyun is, and he reluctantly forks over his scarf. "I don't want it," You laugh, handing it back to him. The action makes him so happy he literally leans over and kisses your cheek.

"Arm wrestle me next!" Chanyeol volunteers himself, readily settling on the other side of the box from you. Baekhyun was caught off guard, but now everyone knows you're not weak. You eye Chanyeol's biceps under his sleeves, knowing there's some toned muscle there, and feeling a little intimidated by it. "Oh, this?" Chanyeol asks, flexing to show off. "Don't worry about it."

"Right." You laugh, before grabbing his hand. The boys aren't expecting you to beat Chanyeol, though; you hear them whispering about how Baekhyun's was just a lucky game. You do your best to psych yourself up, knowing that with your strength training, you'd be able to match him easily, even if you didn't have the bulging muscles to show for it.

Jongdae counts down again, and when he yells "go", you gasp as Chanyeol's hand grips yours tight.

"Yah, yah! Why are you holding me so hard?!" You exclaim, but keep the hands centered. He lets out a surprised noise, and your clasped hands start to shake as you both try to out strength the other.

"That's just Chanyeol, he doesn't mean to hurt you." Jongdae explains, but you barely hear it. You're focused on the game.

"What do you want if you win?" You chuckle breathily, and the small question distracts you enough for your hand to waver. Chanyeol has the advantage now, and he furrows his brow as he thinks hard.

"Hmm... how about that ride I wanted?" He asks, and the boys all break out in "ooo"s again. It makes you laugh, and you nearly slip just then, but you catch yourself and fight strong.

No longer talking, you focus all of your strength into your arm. Chanyeol starts to groan impatiently when you start to make a comeback. "No, no, no," He mutters, and when your hands are center again he shouts, "Yah! I want to win!"

Unfortunately for him, that little outburst made him lose the game. You slam his hand down, and he sighs in defeat as the other guys all pat your back and shake your arms in triumph.

"Coolest woman ever." You hear Zitao say somewhere behind you as Junmyeon sidles up to the box. He presses his lips together expectantly, and you hold out your hand. Grinning nervously, he takes it and the match begins.

You beat all of the boys (barely, they all kept making mistakes like Baekhyun and Chanyeol did) expect for Minseok, who easily played with you. You thought you were winning for a little, but then he flung your hand to the side and you gaped at him in embarrassment. He just giggled, and you wondered vaguely how someone so cute could be so tough at the same time.

Some time after the game, the sky began to turn lighter, and you knew it was time for you to go back home. Solemnly, the boys rock-paper-scissored to see who'd drive you back, and it ended up being Kyungsoo.

You didn't mind, and he even let you sit in front of him. "Is this safe?" You ask him as he revved the engine to life, and he simply smiled at you under his helmet's visor.

"Where's the fun in being safe?" It struck you as odd that someone so reserved and rational was in a group so noisy and daring, but hearing this, you see why he fits in perfectly.

Before you have the time to react, other than gaping at him with an open mouth, he kicks off the ground and you're rolling down the street. Being in the front is scarier than being in the back, you conclude when he drives what you feel is over the speed limit.

When you're home, the sun is rising on the horizon and his engine quiets to a soft hum as he slows to a stop. He leaves the bike on, but climbs off and helps you before walking you to your door.

"Will you come again tonight?" He asks, timidly taking your hands in his. "We all enjoyed your presence, _____. I don't understand why people haven't appreciated you like they should." His words make you blush, and his caring wide eyes make you fidget nervously.

Nevertheless, you smile at him. "I'll come." You promise, and he smiles joyously before quickly pecking your cheek. More than one of the boys have done that to you tonight, but Kyungsoo's kiss was different. For some reason, you feel a different emotion attached to it, but you can't place what it is.

Someone's throat clears just as he pulls away, and you both whip your head to the door to see your dad standing in it. "It's a little early to be up, don't you think?" He asks you, and you feel your heart speed up in fear.

You didn't think about your actions when you ran out of the house last night, and especially not the consequences of them. You've never done anything as crazy as going out with a gang of bikers, or breaking the one rule your parents gave you, so you don't know what will happen to you.

Kyungsoo realizes that this must be your father and releases your hands to greet him. "Good morning, sir. I'm sorry for keeping your daughter out so late." He apologizes, meeting his eye directly.

"Uh-huh. What's your name, young man?" Your dad replies, leaning against the door jamb. He isn't even hiding his observant eyes, checking Kyungsoo for signs of bad company. Aside from the motorcycle and the biker jacket, he's basically a squishy ball of fluff.

"Do Kyungsoo." He says.

"Are you her boyfriend, Mr. Do?" Your father asks, and you both adopt a case of stutters.

"H-Huh? No! W-We're not d-dating." Kyungsoo shakes his head, cheeks tinting as he looks at you anxiously. You look just as put off by the question, so it's not comforting. "We're just friends, sir." He promises.

"So you kiss girls you're not dating?" Your dad says, straightening his shoulders to be intimidating. Kyungsoo, having already been the smaller of the guys, is affected by it.

"That wasn't--"

"Dad, it wasn't like that." You cut in, stepping in front of Kyungsoo protectively. Your dad backs off, seeing you stick up for him. "It was just a friendly goodbye kiss, right Kyungsoo?" You ask, peering up at him hopefully.

There's a pause, and you can't read his expression, but he eventually mumbles, "Yeah."

Your dad stares at him for a while, and while you fidget under his gaze, Kyungsoo is shockingly calm. His hands are clasped together in front of him respectively, his eyes keeping contact with your father's. If he wasn't a biker, you would have taken him for a next door neighbor.

"Scram." Is all your dad tells him, and Kyungsoo says goodbye to the both of you quickly before going to his motorcycle. "Oh, and Mr. Do?" He calls. Kyungsoo looks at you two from the street. "Have a good day." They share some sort of nod that you don't understand, before Kyungsoo kicks off and disappears around the corner.

"Am I in trouble?" You ask quietly, tense.

"Not yet," Your dad says teasingly, holding the door open for you. You hang your head when you walk in, softly thank him, and enter the kitchen when he points for you to go there.

"Oh," You stammer, stopping in the doorway when you realize your entire family is in there waiting for you. Your brother and sister look like they've been awake for a few hours, and your mom looks like she's been having a fight with her hair all night.

"Where have you been, young lady?" Your mother asks, looking ready to jump on you at any second. "Do you know how worried we've all--"

"Calm down, Lydia, she's fine." Your dad says, much to your surprise. "Even though she looks like a wreck, I can promise that the boy didn't do anything to her."

"How can you be so sure?" You quarry, not wanting to make him doubt, but out of curiosity.

"Dad instincts. I saw it in his eyes. He's too recluse to do something that bold." He comments, then, reconsidering, he wonders aloud, "Well, if he rides a motorcycle, maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions."

"Just because someone rides a motorcycle, doesn't mean they're a bad person." You argue faithfully. Now that you have twelve examples to back up your claim, you're not afraid to admit it.

"That doesn't give you the excuse to run off with a stranger in the middle of the night--"

"Lydia," Your dad cuts your mom off again, and he huffs in frustration. "She's an adult now, she can make her own choices." Your dad says, and you feel grateful to him.

"Even if they're dumb ones.." Your sister sneers. "Running off with a boy you don't know is tantamount to asking for it."

"Oh, shut up, you did the same when you were in high school, but I'm not the one who regret my decision." You bark back, crossing your arms aggravatingly. Your older sister looks reluctantly impressed with your brave rebuttal, before mom looks at her in shock.

"You what?"

"Hey, but I thought I saw more than one guy last night." Your little brother says, saving her. "I think I saw around fifty of them, actually." He tells your parents.

"Don't over exaggerate." You say quickly, and when everyone looks at you suspiciously, you say softly, "There were only twelve of them..."

"'Twelve?'" Your dad reiterates. "Don't tell me you saw a gang and went running to them," He says, and when you don't immediately answer, he rubs his temples stressfully. "I can only help you so much against your mother, _____." He sighs. "You're not helping yourself."

"Yeah, well, I'm happy that you and mom were so worried about me, but this is the first experience I've had with people I can call friends, so I don't regret any of it." You confess heatedly, looking them in the eye. "And I'm going back tonight." You add rebelliously.

"You're what?" Your mother asks, looking absolutely stressed. "_____, I forbid you to go out with any more lunatics who--"

"They're not lunatics." You cut her off, and she looks hurt by your rebuttal. You've never cut off your parents before. Even your siblings were looking at you funny. "They're completely normal people. Just because they ride motorcycles, doesn't mean they're wicked devils." You repeat, furrowing your brow and frowning.

There's a long silence, before your little brothers mumbles, "I think they're influencing her." You gape at him in betrayal, but he shows no sign of remorse.

"Do what you want." Your dad finally says, much to your mom's disagreement. "Honey, we can't shelter her. She's old enough to do what she wants."

"Thanks, Dad." You say gratefully, but he gives you a look that plainly means "don't thank me". "Um, I guess I'll be in my room, then." You say, feeling your lack of sleep catch up to you. No one combats you when you leave, so you run upstairs and into the seclusion of your bedroom before falling onto your bed.

It's only five minutes later that you fall asleep.

"You actually went to bed." You wake up to your sister's voice, and bolt upright when you realize it wasn't in your head. She's leaning against your door jamb, looking at you curiously. "So," She says, but doesn't continue. Self-consciously, you hug your knees and pull the blankets up higher.

"'So', what?" You ask her, and she rolls her eyes, walking in and closing the door. It makes you nervous, but you don't move when she sits on the end of your bed.

"So," She repeats, grinning a bit. "Tell me what happened." She says. You actually drop your jaw, unable to believe what is happening. When you continue to do so, she rolls her eyes again. "Do I really have to be all mushy like you for you to know that I'm trying to bond here?" She asks, turning a bit red as she looked away. "I admit it, none of us were expecting you of all people to break the biggest rule our parents gave us, and I also admit that I'm impressed, and a little jealous." She says, looking at you again with a small pout. "Tell me about it, so I can live through it vicariously."

You blink at her, genuinely touched by her words and effort to spend time with you, but as you open your mouth to thank her for it, she makes a shushing noise and waves her hands all around her head.

"Shut it. Shut it! I don't want to be thanked for any mushy things I said, because I never said them." She threatens lightly, and you get the hint, smiling widely. Even if she was shy about it, you were glad that she came to talk to you anyways.

You begin with how it started, in your bedroom because of the fight. She didn't say anything about it as you continued, so you didn't make any digs. She must have felt bad, though, because instead of judging you for your actions, she asks, "Wait, so you sat with this Junmyeon guy instead of Chanyeol?" She leans back on her hands, laughing a bit. "Figures. You have weird taste in men."

"It's not like that," You blush, but you're happy she's teasing you in a nice way. "And why? Would you have sat with Chanyeol instead?" You ask, and she gives it a thoughtful moment before nodding her head.

"Chanyeol seems like my type." She says. Then, you tell her about the sparklers and the bridge and the water, then the garage and the chips and the arm wrestling. "Wait, you arm wrestled?" She gasps, leaning forward in shock. "I didn't know you played games." You can tell she's teasing you again, but you think she means it.

"I normally don't, but the situation called for it." You shrug, feeling embarrassed. "I felt like I needed to prove myself to them." Then, your sister does something even more unexpected than talking to you.

"I don't know why you feel that way, with anyone," She tells you gently, looking down at her hands. "None of us can even compare to you. It's no wonder you got along with these guys so well." Her words strike you as uncharacteristic at first, before you realize you don't even know your sister like you should. "It's the rest of us who need to prove ourselves."

"Don't say that," You argue, but she waves it off and asks you to continue.

"I want to hear about what happened with Dad." She grins.

"Oh, well, alright..." You tell her how Kyungsoo won the rock-paper-scissors game and got to drive you home, why you felt like he belonged in the gang, and lastly what happened on the porch. She simply gawked at you until you finished, before smacking her forehead with an exasperated sound at you.

"_____!" She groans, falling back on the bed. "Don't you see? You just friend zoned the fuck out of Kyungsoo!" She says, and you widen your eyes at her accusation (and her language). "He totally has the hots for you." She sits back up and winks playfully.

"What-- no he doesn't-- how could he? It's only been one night!" You exclaim, turning red in the face, and she laughs.

"Who knew you were so innocent?" She asks no one in particular. "All of the signs are there, trust me." She says, and you have no choice but to. She has more experience with guys, and people in general.

"But..." You start, unsure of how to feel. "...wouldn't that make the others more distant from me?" You ask, genuinely saddened by the fact. "I don't want to just grow closer to one of them..."

"Don't be naive," She cuts you off, making you look at her. "I'm pretty sure they all like you, somewhat."

"Okay, now you're being dramatic." You giggle, but she shakes her head. "They can't." You try one last time, but she shakes her head again.

"Totally possible." She shrugs, smiling at you. "Ah, I wish I could meet them. Take a few off your load." She says enviously, looking up at your ceiling in thought.

"You could come with me tonight." You suggest, and she lifts her eyebrows at your offer. "I mean, I did tell you Chanyeol said he'd drive the next pretty girl."

"But I'm not pretty." It's the first time you've ever your sister say something so degrading about herself, and you literally tear up at her words. She rolls her eyes again when you grab her wrists.

"You are pretty, Yuri!" You reassure her. "I look just like you, so they'll think so, too!" You promise. "They'll probably like you more anyways, you're so lively and outgoing, the exact opposite of me." She blushes at your compliments, before turning the attention away from her and pushing away your hands.

"You sure sound outgoing, based on the story you told me." She says, but starts smiling again. "So.. do you really think it's okay if I go with you?" She asks, biting her lip reluctantly.

You nod instantly, elated for this new turn of events. "Yeah! It'd be so much fun with you." You say, and she suddenly looks away from you again. You watch her worriedly when she sniffles, before wiping her eyes with balled fists.

"You're so..." She starts, before stopping herself. "How can you be so nice to me after all the things I said to you?" She asks, looking at you with red eyes. "You know I was the one who spread rumors about you." You gape at her in shock.

"You did?" You ask, and when she nods, you shrug. "Well, we moved. We live a different life now. No one will know, unless you tell them." You tell her, and she starts crying again. "I'm sorry." You apologize, but she smacks your arm.

"Stop apologizing" Yuri demands, wiping her cheeks dry and glaring at you. "But just saying, from now on, you can bad mouth me all you want. I won't even fight you." She says. "Starting today, I'm going to try and be the big sister I was supposed to be." And then you start crying, and she rolls her eyes.

"I'm so excited!" You tell her, leaping onto her and hugging her fiercely. To your surprise, she laughs and hugs you back. "Let's hang out right now, then, we have two more hours before they--"

"Hold it right there, Missy," She stops you, moving you away and holding up her hand. "I have a life, unlike you," She wrinkles her nose. "No offense." She adds. "I have stuff to do before they come. Maybe, take a shower and dress yourself properly before going out this time?" She asks, and you flush, embarrassed at your own hygiene. "And get something to eat, dammit, don't make them spend money on you again."

"Yes, Ma'am!" You salute dutifully, before scampering off into the bathroom.