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[x] ‘ oh yeah? ’ chanwoo shoots a skeptical look at the back of kyungsoo’s head, not minding that the latter probably is not being able to see it at all. ‘ remind me whose idea was to take me to work this morning? ’
and then there’s a sharp left turn that leaves the journalist clinging to the tiny frame in front of him, as if his dear life depended on it. and to be fair, it actually does. don’t get me wrong, he has faith in his newly made friend but chanwoo thinks it’s safe to say that kyungsoo’s driving skills are not smooth enough yet.
‘ i highly recommend you to take a few more driving lessons before accepting passengers the next time. ’
seoul dissolves into a kaleidoscope of colours, flashing neon with interjections of inescapable grey. in the fringes of his vision, he spots the odometer creeping higher but keeps the speed under 100, determined to at least keep his newfound companion from hating him until the end of time. with the bike engine beneath them and the constant buzz of traffic, it’s difficult to hear chanwoo’s complaints about his driving, but kyungsoo gets the gist from the other man’s tone alone. with a muffled laugh beneath his helmet, he revvs the engine with a thunderous roar and picks up speed, finally hitting the hundred kilo mark before gradually slowing to the speed limit. it would be a shame to lose a friend that he’s only just made, but it’s difficult not to smile at the journalist’s constant worries.
