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i hope you answer | pg-13 | ~1300 | kenbin
i finished!! prompt taken from somewhere here. for puppyrexx, sort of.
Hongbin’s been using Uber for about two weeks, and he’s just settled into a routine with a favourite driver that gets him to work on time, doesn’t play obnoxious rap music during the course of their car rides, and is kind of fun to talk to. He’s quiet, a little reserved, has great taste in books if the ones sitting in the back of his car are any indication, and the kind of laugh that Hongbin strives to make happen, despite being patently unfunny.
Not to mention, cute as fuck, with a smile that lights up the normally dimly-lit car rides.
They spend their mornings talking about the weather, about the latest pop song on the radio (a feat for Hongbin considering he hasn’t listened to the radio in years), about getting coffee together but in an abstract sort of way. One morning the cutie driver actually takes them to a coffee shop with a drive-thru and Hongbin insists on treating them both. They share peppermint mochas and pumpkin loaf.
At the end of every ride, the driver -- Jae...something? It’s not like he’s never said it before, it’s just that Hongbin isn’t his most awake at the time of morning the driver comes and picks him up -- waves him off with a precious little smile and a wiggle of his fingers. “Be safe,” he says, “have a good day at work.”
He’s cute as fuck, Hongbin decides as he heads into work, the biggest grin plastered to his face.
It’s not often Hongbin finds himself using terms like ‘cute as fuck’ -- he must’ve gotten it from Hakyeon, who’d had to accompany Hongbin and his driver (whose name he still doesn’t even know, oops) to an early shift. He’d griped the whole time, put on his annoyed-and-annoying-at-six-AM face to the best of his superhuman ability. Hakyeon, first thing in the morning, is not a graceful creature, though Hongbin would think by his excessive cheer during their sporadic shifts together at the café that he’d be the most morning of morning people.
Hongbin had tried not to let it get to him, and the as-yet-unnamed driver had smiled that amazing smile through the whole thing, being as gracious as anyone Hongbin had ever seen.
“I used to not be a morning person, either,” says driver, one eyebrow raised. “Then I started drinking espresso and counting my blessings.”
Hongbin isn’t sure what’s cuter -- the obvious lie, or the fact that the lie sounds convincing. In either case, he is completely charmed.
Then when they’d gotten out of the car, driver boy waving them off with another one of those signature grins, Hakyeon had proceeded to grill Hongbin like he’d never grilled anyone before.
“So he’s your usual driver?” Hakyeon had asked, and without even waiting for a response from his coworker moved on to the next subject: “He’s cute as fuck.”
Cue Hongbin wanting to vomit, and not just because of the terminology.
It goes on like that for a while, and when Hakyeon comes in for his usual afternoon shift he asks Hongbin if he’s going to see his ‘boyfriend’.
Hakyeon is gross.
“No, I’m not going to see my boyfriend,” Hongbin says every time, rolling his eyes, “the train runs fine in the afternoons, I only see him when getting on the train in the morning is hard.”
“That’s no way to date someone,” Hakyeon points out disapprovingly, putting on his sourest face. “Maybe you should just get his actual phone number and talk to him outside of him carting you around. Besides, if he’s your boyfriend, you won’t have to pay for the ride at the end.” Here Hakyeon jabs an elbow into Hongbin’s ribs, trying his hardest to be suggestive. Again, Hakyeon is gross. “Plus, if you make out with him before you show up to work, your tip rate will go up. Like, skyrocket.”
Hongbin’s shift is over, so he goes to grab his phone, text his best friend Sanghyuk, ask what they’re doing tonight when said best friend comes home from school and they have to decide on what’s for dinner, and realises--
“Shit,” he mutters, and Hakyeon gasps, pretending to be scandalised. Hongbin must’ve left his phone in the driver’s car this morning, having been still half-asleep and not anticipating working a double shift today.
Without his phone, Hongbin doesn’t know how to get hold of this driver, doesn’t even know his name, doesn’t want to ask anyone to use theirs in case they don’t have Uber. He’d know the driver if he saw his profile, but that’s dependent on too many factors.
So basically, he’s reduced to hoping and praying that their flirtation will be enough to make the guy want to give his phone back. That, or asking Hakyeon to use his phone. He has Uber.
But Hongbin can imagine the conversation in his head, and doesn’t like the outcome -- ’I’ll let you use my phone if you promise to ask him out’ -- so he ends up sitting in a chair near the shop window, staring out the glass forlornly and wishing he weren’t such a hot mess first thing in the morning.
It’s then that he realises the text conversation he’d been having with Hakyeon right before he’d gotten into the driver’s car, and he prays that Hakyeon hadn’t continued the conversation.
He’s just about to give up hope, suck up his pride, go and ask his friend to borrow his phone so he can get his own back, when a familiar car pulls into the parallel parking spot in front of the café. A cute as fuck driver gets out and comes into the restaurant, a big grin on his face and a familiar-looking cell phone between his hands. “Is, um, is Hongbin here?” he asks Hakyeon when he reaches the counter.
Hakyeon, delighted, points the driver to the table by the window, where Hongbin is watching with wide, horrified eyes. The driver approaches, a shy sort of smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“So, um, you left your phone in my car this morning--”
“I’m so sorry,” Hongbin whispers, mortified. “I hope I didn’t inconvenience you at all by doing that.”
“No, not even a little bit.” And here driver’s voice takes on a teasing edge, “It gave me an excuse to see you again. Do you, um, want me to take you home?”
Hongbin’s embarrassment evaporates and he scratches the back of his neck, trying to ignore the flailing gesture that Hakyeon is making from behind driver’s shoulder. “Yeah, that’d...that’d be great, thank you.”
Hongbin takes a minute to gather his shoulder bag, and while he goes he flips through his phone. He’s got a new message from an unknown number.
[ sms ] hi this is jaehwan the driver you’ve been using for the past week ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ i wanted you to be able to get ahold of me so that i can take you out ★~(◡‿◕✿)
Which is all well and good, flirtation only goes so far, but then he realises that Jaehwan had probably seen the messages previous, the ones from Hakyeon.
[ sms ] hakyeon : you off yesterday or today?
[ sms ] hongbin : yesterday
[ sms ] hakyeon : your cutie boyfriend probably misses you (~￣▽￣)~
Blushing, Hongbin rushes over to Jaehwan, again turned nearly petrified in the face by the fact that he’s been caught in the middle of a crush. “You saw those messages when you texted your number to me, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did,” and here Jaehwan’s all confidence, “how else would I have known to ask you out?”
Hongbin turns beet red, glances away, speaks in mumbles. “Let’s, um, let’s go to my place. You wanna order dinner?” He doesn’t know how he’s going to kick Sanghyuk out for the night, but he’ll manage. A few well-placed apologies should do.
“Yeah, sure,” and Jaehwan links his arm around Hongbin’s easily.
Before walking out the door, Hongbin glances over his shoulder only to see a smug look on Hakyeon’s face. Bastard will probably take all the credit later, not that Hongbin minds. He got the date, didn’t he?
i finished!! prompt taken from somewhere here. for puppyrexx, sort of.
Hongbin’s been using Uber for about two weeks, and he’s just settled into a routine with a favourite driver that gets him to work on time, doesn’t play obnoxious rap music during the course of their car rides, and is kind of fun to talk to. He’s quiet, a little reserved, has great taste in books if the ones sitting in the back of his car are any indication, and the kind of laugh that Hongbin strives to make happen, despite being patently unfunny.
Not to mention, cute as fuck, with a smile that lights up the normally dimly-lit car rides.
They spend their mornings talking about the weather, about the latest pop song on the radio (a feat for Hongbin considering he hasn’t listened to the radio in years), about getting coffee together but in an abstract sort of way. One morning the cutie driver actually takes them to a coffee shop with a drive-thru and Hongbin insists on treating them both. They share peppermint mochas and pumpkin loaf.
At the end of every ride, the driver -- Jae...something? It’s not like he’s never said it before, it’s just that Hongbin isn’t his most awake at the time of morning the driver comes and picks him up -- waves him off with a precious little smile and a wiggle of his fingers. “Be safe,” he says, “have a good day at work.”
He’s cute as fuck, Hongbin decides as he heads into work, the biggest grin plastered to his face.
It’s not often Hongbin finds himself using terms like ‘cute as fuck’ -- he must’ve gotten it from Hakyeon, who’d had to accompany Hongbin and his driver (whose name he still doesn’t even know, oops) to an early shift. He’d griped the whole time, put on his annoyed-and-annoying-at-six-AM face to the best of his superhuman ability. Hakyeon, first thing in the morning, is not a graceful creature, though Hongbin would think by his excessive cheer during their sporadic shifts together at the café that he’d be the most morning of morning people.
Hongbin had tried not to let it get to him, and the as-yet-unnamed driver had smiled that amazing smile through the whole thing, being as gracious as anyone Hongbin had ever seen.
“I used to not be a morning person, either,” says driver, one eyebrow raised. “Then I started drinking espresso and counting my blessings.”
Hongbin isn’t sure what’s cuter -- the obvious lie, or the fact that the lie sounds convincing. In either case, he is completely charmed.
Then when they’d gotten out of the car, driver boy waving them off with another one of those signature grins, Hakyeon had proceeded to grill Hongbin like he’d never grilled anyone before.
“So he’s your usual driver?” Hakyeon had asked, and without even waiting for a response from his coworker moved on to the next subject: “He’s cute as fuck.”
Cue Hongbin wanting to vomit, and not just because of the terminology.
It goes on like that for a while, and when Hakyeon comes in for his usual afternoon shift he asks Hongbin if he’s going to see his ‘boyfriend’.
Hakyeon is gross.
“No, I’m not going to see my boyfriend,” Hongbin says every time, rolling his eyes, “the train runs fine in the afternoons, I only see him when getting on the train in the morning is hard.”
“That’s no way to date someone,” Hakyeon points out disapprovingly, putting on his sourest face. “Maybe you should just get his actual phone number and talk to him outside of him carting you around. Besides, if he’s your boyfriend, you won’t have to pay for the ride at the end.” Here Hakyeon jabs an elbow into Hongbin’s ribs, trying his hardest to be suggestive. Again, Hakyeon is gross. “Plus, if you make out with him before you show up to work, your tip rate will go up. Like, skyrocket.”
Hongbin’s shift is over, so he goes to grab his phone, text his best friend Sanghyuk, ask what they’re doing tonight when said best friend comes home from school and they have to decide on what’s for dinner, and realises--
“Shit,” he mutters, and Hakyeon gasps, pretending to be scandalised. Hongbin must’ve left his phone in the driver’s car this morning, having been still half-asleep and not anticipating working a double shift today.
Without his phone, Hongbin doesn’t know how to get hold of this driver, doesn’t even know his name, doesn’t want to ask anyone to use theirs in case they don’t have Uber. He’d know the driver if he saw his profile, but that’s dependent on too many factors.
So basically, he’s reduced to hoping and praying that their flirtation will be enough to make the guy want to give his phone back. That, or asking Hakyeon to use his phone. He has Uber.
But Hongbin can imagine the conversation in his head, and doesn’t like the outcome -- ’I’ll let you use my phone if you promise to ask him out’ -- so he ends up sitting in a chair near the shop window, staring out the glass forlornly and wishing he weren’t such a hot mess first thing in the morning.
It’s then that he realises the text conversation he’d been having with Hakyeon right before he’d gotten into the driver’s car, and he prays that Hakyeon hadn’t continued the conversation.
He’s just about to give up hope, suck up his pride, go and ask his friend to borrow his phone so he can get his own back, when a familiar car pulls into the parallel parking spot in front of the café. A cute as fuck driver gets out and comes into the restaurant, a big grin on his face and a familiar-looking cell phone between his hands. “Is, um, is Hongbin here?” he asks Hakyeon when he reaches the counter.
Hakyeon, delighted, points the driver to the table by the window, where Hongbin is watching with wide, horrified eyes. The driver approaches, a shy sort of smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“So, um, you left your phone in my car this morning--”
“I’m so sorry,” Hongbin whispers, mortified. “I hope I didn’t inconvenience you at all by doing that.”
“No, not even a little bit.” And here driver’s voice takes on a teasing edge, “It gave me an excuse to see you again. Do you, um, want me to take you home?”
Hongbin’s embarrassment evaporates and he scratches the back of his neck, trying to ignore the flailing gesture that Hakyeon is making from behind driver’s shoulder. “Yeah, that’d...that’d be great, thank you.”
Hongbin takes a minute to gather his shoulder bag, and while he goes he flips through his phone. He’s got a new message from an unknown number.
[ sms ] hi this is jaehwan the driver you’ve been using for the past week ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ i wanted you to be able to get ahold of me so that i can take you out ★~(◡‿◕✿)
Which is all well and good, flirtation only goes so far, but then he realises that Jaehwan had probably seen the messages previous, the ones from Hakyeon.
[ sms ] hakyeon : you off yesterday or today?
[ sms ] hongbin : yesterday
[ sms ] hakyeon : your cutie boyfriend probably misses you (~￣▽￣)~
Blushing, Hongbin rushes over to Jaehwan, again turned nearly petrified in the face by the fact that he’s been caught in the middle of a crush. “You saw those messages when you texted your number to me, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did,” and here Jaehwan’s all confidence, “how else would I have known to ask you out?”
Hongbin turns beet red, glances away, speaks in mumbles. “Let’s, um, let’s go to my place. You wanna order dinner?” He doesn’t know how he’s going to kick Sanghyuk out for the night, but he’ll manage. A few well-placed apologies should do.
“Yeah, sure,” and Jaehwan links his arm around Hongbin’s easily.
Before walking out the door, Hongbin glances over his shoulder only to see a smug look on Hakyeon’s face. Bastard will probably take all the credit later, not that Hongbin minds. He got the date, didn’t he?