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igotyoukth · 5 years

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Drive. BTS

Masterlist

Seokjin

Was this your car or another restaurant. Jin had filled the whole car with various foods and insisted on stopping at every resting area to get more. You also learned many new uses of your car. It was possible to eat ramen on the road, cup holders were perfect for cupcakes and drinks became enjoably cold when placed under your seat.

When he rushed to get more food, you trew away the wrappers and empty cups. Otherwise there was no space left for the things he bought.

When you walked back to the car, you noticed Jin running out of the building. He yelled something and waved his hands. Without much thought, you started running as well, so you met by the car.

“What are we? Bonnie and Clyde, what did you steal?,” you asked him once you sat down and closed the door.

“They recognized me in there,” he didn’t sound too upset about that, a little smile showed up on his face.

“So you couldn’t buy the ice-cream?”

“The next rest station is only 2 km away, we’ll get it there.” There was no way this boy would give up on his food.

Yoongi

“Next time you doze off, I’m crashing the car on purpose,” he warned you, when he saw you close your eyes for two seconds.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” you lied, suppressing a yawn. It was late at night, and Yoongi had suggested driving around and talking.

“Then tell me, what I was just talking about,” he looked over to you, making sure you were still awake. You were the annoying friend, that fell asleep the second you entered a car.

“I’m admitting my crimes, officer,” you bowed in his direction. You had no idea what he had talked about. All your focus had been on keeping your eyes open.

“I’ll forgive you, if you can guess it.” Music, popped in your mind. But the answer wouldn’t be that easy, if Yoongi asked like that. He was a very twisted man. You also excluded Holly, his dog, because he already talked about him yesterday. Oh! You remembered something else about yesterday.

“You wanted to watch a movie last night, is it about that?,” you asked a little nervous.

“My girl is so smart,” he smiled,”Yes, I watched it, but it was bad. You would’ve loved it.” “Was it romantic? Did they marry in the end?,” you were wide awake now. Romantic comedies were your favorites.

“I won’t spoil it.” “Then I’m going back to sleep.”

“Okay, okay, they die in the end.” “Min Yoongi!”

Hoseok

This boy had some serious issues, when he drove. He turned into an Ahjumma, pointed fingers at people and talked bad about other drivers. He never cursed though. Sometimes you wished he did, so he could relieve his anger that way. But he continued with his passive aggressive act.

“Love, hanging on my ass won’t make me drive faster,” was one of his softer sentences. “Let’s continue driving like this and we’re qualified for turtle races,” was also very well-mannered. Ten minutes into the drive, he started to raise his voice.

“Where do you get the energy to get worked up like this?,” you asked him out of real curiosity. Because he was never too tired to stop talking.

“Oh, don’t let me get started about driving habits, you’ll lose, sunshine.”

“What do you mean?”

“You really don’t know?,” he looked at you for a second and laughed,”You really don’t know.”

“Why?,” you whined, you never heard anyone criticize your style.

“I don’t know, Miss Glue-Me-To-The-Wheel. It’s probably nothing, Madam What’s-A-Smooth-Stop,” he laughed at the nicknames he made.

“YA! That’s what people call careful!” But you joined his laughter, you knew how ridicilous you drove in that sense.

“Everyone has a different style, and you look cute, so all’s good.”

Namjoon

Like Jin, Namjoon also made a stop at every rest station. For very different reasons though. The second you stopped the car- he still didn’t have a driving license- he rushed to the restroom and emptied his stomach. It wasn’t because of your driving style, for real. He read books and did work on his laptop, so of course he got car sick.

You already bought some bread and coffee from the little market, and waited for Namjoon to get out of the restroom. You saw him exit, but you were surprised to see that he wasn’t alone. His companions weren’t fans, but old Ahjussis patting Namjoon’s back. Namjoon bowed several times to them, before shaking hands and saying goodbye.

“Baby, I think I won’t get motion sickness anymore,” he announced happily.

“Why?”

“The Ahjussis explained how it works, my brain can’t process the car moving, but the stillness on the inside,” he explained with bright eyes,”and reading makes it worse.”

“But that’s what I always tell you, Joon!”

“No, I know the exact reason now, I won’t get sick,” he sounded very sure. “If you say so,” you started the car,”but don’t be too proud to tell me if you feel sick, don’t make my car dirty.” “No, baby. It’s mind over body.”

Jimin

You barely argued or fought with Jimin. A really big thing had to happen for you to actually raise your voices or be irrational to each other. He was your perfect boyfriend, who read everything from your eyes.

Well, that applied to everything that didn’t include any of you driving. Because that’s when war happened. You were the biggest enemies, once you two entered a car. It already started with the discussion over who would drive. You were both too proud to let the other one drive. Any “Today I’m driving” was followed by “Don’t you trust me?” from the other. And you couldn’t decide on a game, which seemed fair enough for both of you. (”Arm wrestling? Against a girl? Park Jimin!”) Most of the time you let one of the boys pick a number or something.

Today Jimin was driving. That didn’t mean that you could rest. You were now his personal navigator, feeder and motivator. But he didn’t have it easy with you either. You didn’t shut up at all.

“You are too far right,” you commented on his driving style,”And look at the mirror from time to time.” The more you nagged, the more he took revenge from you.

“Drive slower,” you said. ”Give me water,” he responded. “Change lanes,” was the trigger for “Turn the aircon off.”

So you both couldn’t hide your relief when you reached your destination.

“Let’s use a taxi next time, babe.”

Taehyung

Sometimes you feared for your own life. You weren’t proud of that feeling, but it was what you felt. You couldn’t hide your hand that gripped the door or your constant stare on the street. And you always made sure that the handbrake was in reach. Taehyung didn’t drive in a crazy or dangerous way. He didn’t speed or make reckless moves. He was... unfocused.

“Babe, look at the clouds!,” he suddenly pointed at the sky and even moved closer to the windshield. You tightened your grip.

“Tae, can you please look at the road?” He smiled at you, when he noticed your concerned voice. “But that’s boring,” he joked. He joked, right?

“Dying is boring as well, Tae.” Maybe, he whispered before turning away. But when you thought the danger was over, you were dissapointed once again. He already started playing with the radio and lost focus.

“I’ll do it,” you told him and started the device.

“Why are humans so scared of dying?,” he asked, when he noticed your nervous fumbling. You noticed, how he didn’t ask about your fear of his driving, but dying in general. It was not unusual for him to become philosophic at random times. But this really wasn’t it.

“Pull over, I’m driving.”

“Thank god, I thought you would never say that. Driving is so boring.”

Jungkook

“Move your head,” you murmured in Jungkook’s direction, while trying to park your car. His head was not even the slightest in the way, but you wanted to get angry at him. You both hated parking, and you had lost all rounds of rock-paper-scissors and had to drive and park.

“Even a limo could fit in there.” He sounded amused about your struggling, but he had moved his head nevertheless.

“Then you do it,” you said and stepped on the brakes. Parking was hard enough without him making fun of you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized right away and touched your cheek,” I’ll go around and help you.” He wasn’t only helping by guiding you into the parking lot, but also by being outside and out of reach. You still heard him nag you a little muted, but it was bearable. And in no time, you parked as good as you could.

“Look how much space you had,” he gestured around. But when he saw your face, he quickly changed,”But you did great, look how parallel you are.”

“I’d rather break my own leg next time, than drive you around.” “Or you could get better at playing games,” he suggested.

“Winning over you?,” you raised a brow,”breaking legs is easier than that.”

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