buckle up, buttercup
485w. pg. chorong/luhan.
luhan tries to teach chorong how to drive.
luhan has been in many dangerous situations in his life, but this, he thinks, takes the cake. for the past hour of his life, he had been sure he was going to die - and it was all thanks to the petite girl next to him.
"how'd i do?" chorong asks, turning to him with an optimistic smile.
luhan slowly uncurls his fingers from where he had been clutching the car door handle tightly, his knuckles a sickly white. "...well," he begins, voice shaky. "at least you didn't hit anyone."
chorong claps enthusiastically and luhan panics a bit, quickly reaching over to redirect her hands to the steering wheel. they may be at a full stop in the middle of a parking lot, but he just wants to be safe. the car is still running, after all.
"driving is fun!" she chirps, laughing at the obvious look of concern on luhan's face. "you look like you just saw a ghost," she teases.
no, luhan thinks, but i'm pretty sure we were close to becoming ghosts ourselves.
"i think maybe you should stay off the roads for a while," he says slowly, putting on his best serious face. chorong merely laughs some more and moves her hands slightly to intertwine their fingers.
"why?" she asks, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes. whether she's doing this on purpose or not, luhan doesn't know, but he wishes she'd stop. "you didn't have fun?"
he notices that he's still leaning awfully close and clears his throat nervously before sitting back in his seat. "fun?" he responds with a meek chuckle. "we almost died."
chorong shrugs. "please, we were miles away from hitting that semi-truck," she says. there isn't the slightest hint of worry in her voice and luhan thinks she must be crazy. "and look! we didn't die. so stop being such a killjoy."
the words cause a small pout to form on luhan's face. "i'm not a killjoy," he huffs defensively. if he weren't still holding her hand right now, he would totally cross his arms.
"sure you aren't," chorong giggles again, pulling lightly on his fingers before leaning over to place a quick, chaste kiss on his cheek. luhan feels the heat crawling up his neck and sits still as rock as she moves to put the car in reverse.
"wanna go around the block one more time?" she asks, her voice bright and mischievous.
crazy, luhan thinks, blinking himself back to reality. she's totally crazy, and he knows it. but he must be crazy, too, because before he can stop himself, he's nodding in agreement.
"of course i do."
as chorong grins and viciously pulls out of the parking space (without even looking first, luhan notes) he wonders if he just has a really intense death wish or one big, massive crush.
either way, he's screwed.
luhan tries to teach chorong how to drive.
luhan has been in many dangerous situations in his life, but this, he thinks, takes the cake. for the past hour of his life, he had been sure he was going to die - and it was all thanks to the petite girl next to him.
"how'd i do?" chorong asks, turning to him with an optimistic smile.
luhan slowly uncurls his fingers from where he had been clutching the car door handle tightly, his knuckles a sickly white. "...well," he begins, voice shaky. "at least you didn't hit anyone."
chorong claps enthusiastically and luhan panics a bit, quickly reaching over to redirect her hands to the steering wheel. they may be at a full stop in the middle of a parking lot, but he just wants to be safe. the car is still running, after all.
"driving is fun!" she chirps, laughing at the obvious look of concern on luhan's face. "you look like you just saw a ghost," she teases.
no, luhan thinks, but i'm pretty sure we were close to becoming ghosts ourselves.
"i think maybe you should stay off the roads for a while," he says slowly, putting on his best serious face. chorong merely laughs some more and moves her hands slightly to intertwine their fingers.
"why?" she asks, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes. whether she's doing this on purpose or not, luhan doesn't know, but he wishes she'd stop. "you didn't have fun?"
he notices that he's still leaning awfully close and clears his throat nervously before sitting back in his seat. "fun?" he responds with a meek chuckle. "we almost died."
chorong shrugs. "please, we were miles away from hitting that semi-truck," she says. there isn't the slightest hint of worry in her voice and luhan thinks she must be crazy. "and look! we didn't die. so stop being such a killjoy."
the words cause a small pout to form on luhan's face. "i'm not a killjoy," he huffs defensively. if he weren't still holding her hand right now, he would totally cross his arms.
"sure you aren't," chorong giggles again, pulling lightly on his fingers before leaning over to place a quick, chaste kiss on his cheek. luhan feels the heat crawling up his neck and sits still as rock as she moves to put the car in reverse.
"wanna go around the block one more time?" she asks, her voice bright and mischievous.
crazy, luhan thinks, blinking himself back to reality. she's totally crazy, and he knows it. but he must be crazy, too, because before he can stop himself, he's nodding in agreement.
"of course i do."
as chorong grins and viciously pulls out of the parking space (without even looking first, luhan notes) he wonders if he just has a really intense death wish or one big, massive crush.
either way, he's screwed.