10-100
Pairing: Jongho
Rating: PG
Word Count: 547
Summary: Drabble inspired by something I saw in passing on the highway.
A/N: Vices has been taking over my life so I wrote this to get my creative juices flowing again. Dedicated to my baby Carolina because she loves Jongho and she had her first day of school yesterday and I miss her already. Also if you'd like to understand the meaning of the title you should click here
He got used to the monotonous thrumming after a while, Jonghyun mused as he clutched the wheel tightly; the obnoxious metallic creaks and crashes from behind became not as jarring after the fourteenth hour at the wheel. He looked over at the passenger side, smiling at the sleeping form beside him. Since his company had been involved in a big wreck a few months ago, they had started using teams of drivers, so nobody would be driving longer than they could stay awake. He turned the radio down a notch so its static-y pop ballads wouldn’t disturb the man curled up on the passenger seat, his shaggy brown head inches from Jonghyun’s thigh.
As partners go, Minho was an unexpected blessing. He didn’t mind when Jonghyun cranked up the stereo and belted out verse after verse of Top-40 crap until his throat was raw. Sometimes he even joined in, his deep voice turning soft and a bit strained as he sang along. He wasn’t a bad conversationalist either, occasionally breaking up the uniformity of the highway with thought-provoking questions that usually had Jonghyun forgetting that he was essentially trapped in a rolling metal cage for the next 96 hours.
He knew Minho had a hard time forgetting about that though, seeing the way he gracelessly tumbled out of the truck when they stopped for gas, sprinting off to do laps around the convenience store and breathe in the fresh air, a huge grin stretching his normally stoic face. It had made Jonghyun’s fingers itch to see Minho’s set jaw as he approached the truck again, so Jonghyun had pulled into rest area for campers and truck drivers, equipped with showers and a 24 hour diner. The grateful squeeze of Minho’s large hand on his shoulder had been enough for him.
Well, not really, but that’s what he told himself.
Enough had come hours later, when he sat full and sated in a booth towards the back of the diner. Minho’s long fingers had curled around his hand, tugging him up and into the late afternoon sunshine. A firm hug, a quick press of plump lips, and a whispered thank you rooted Jonghyun to his spot on the ground as Minho climbed up into the driver’s seat.
Jonghyun smiled softly at the memory and glanced at Minho again, curled sweetly at his side. He had fallen asleep hours ago, and it was nearing time for them to switch drivers. Jonghyun was supposed to pull over to a rest area so they could switch places, but looking at him, innocent and vulnerable in sleep, Jonghyun couldn’t bring himself to wrench the other man from his rest.
It was worth it an hour or so later when Minho sat up sleepily, his hair a mess and his eyes puffy as he looked around. From the corner of his eye, Jonghyun saw Minho glance at the clock, confused. Smiling again, he directed his eyes back at the road as a heavy weight laid against his side and a long-fingered hand laced with his own.
He could get used to this.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 547
Summary: Drabble inspired by something I saw in passing on the highway.
A/N: Vices has been taking over my life so I wrote this to get my creative juices flowing again. Dedicated to my baby Carolina because she loves Jongho and she had her first day of school yesterday and I miss her already. Also if you'd like to understand the meaning of the title you should click here
He got used to the monotonous thrumming after a while, Jonghyun mused as he clutched the wheel tightly; the obnoxious metallic creaks and crashes from behind became not as jarring after the fourteenth hour at the wheel. He looked over at the passenger side, smiling at the sleeping form beside him. Since his company had been involved in a big wreck a few months ago, they had started using teams of drivers, so nobody would be driving longer than they could stay awake. He turned the radio down a notch so its static-y pop ballads wouldn’t disturb the man curled up on the passenger seat, his shaggy brown head inches from Jonghyun’s thigh.
As partners go, Minho was an unexpected blessing. He didn’t mind when Jonghyun cranked up the stereo and belted out verse after verse of Top-40 crap until his throat was raw. Sometimes he even joined in, his deep voice turning soft and a bit strained as he sang along. He wasn’t a bad conversationalist either, occasionally breaking up the uniformity of the highway with thought-provoking questions that usually had Jonghyun forgetting that he was essentially trapped in a rolling metal cage for the next 96 hours.
He knew Minho had a hard time forgetting about that though, seeing the way he gracelessly tumbled out of the truck when they stopped for gas, sprinting off to do laps around the convenience store and breathe in the fresh air, a huge grin stretching his normally stoic face. It had made Jonghyun’s fingers itch to see Minho’s set jaw as he approached the truck again, so Jonghyun had pulled into rest area for campers and truck drivers, equipped with showers and a 24 hour diner. The grateful squeeze of Minho’s large hand on his shoulder had been enough for him.
Well, not really, but that’s what he told himself.
Enough had come hours later, when he sat full and sated in a booth towards the back of the diner. Minho’s long fingers had curled around his hand, tugging him up and into the late afternoon sunshine. A firm hug, a quick press of plump lips, and a whispered thank you rooted Jonghyun to his spot on the ground as Minho climbed up into the driver’s seat.
Jonghyun smiled softly at the memory and glanced at Minho again, curled sweetly at his side. He had fallen asleep hours ago, and it was nearing time for them to switch drivers. Jonghyun was supposed to pull over to a rest area so they could switch places, but looking at him, innocent and vulnerable in sleep, Jonghyun couldn’t bring himself to wrench the other man from his rest.
It was worth it an hour or so later when Minho sat up sleepily, his hair a mess and his eyes puffy as he looked around. From the corner of his eye, Jonghyun saw Minho glance at the clock, confused. Smiling again, he directed his eyes back at the road as a heavy weight laid against his side and a long-fingered hand laced with his own.
He could get used to this.