Chapter 2 - Swept Away
It was safe to say that Changmin had given up by the time he was behind the wheel of the ostentations red BMW convertible.
I only drive in style. He mocked inside of his head. He looked out of the corner of his eye at the owner of the voice haunting his mind and let out a sigh. He turned back towards the line of cars leaving the airport in front of him and shut his eyes tightly, waiting a moment before opening them wide and then repeating the process multiple times.
“You’re not dreaming, you know. Stop acting like that.” Changmin’s eyes narrowed as he turned to the passenger seat.
The supposed rock star had his designer gray boots propped up on the dashboard, the seat about as far back as it could go to accommodate the long stretch of legs glad in dark blue jeans. The lime green shirt from the lobby store looked shamefully back at him, tinting the base of the other’s long neck a bright green. The dark aviator sunglasses hid his eyes, but not the smirk across those full, wide set lips that were constantly-and strangely- drawing all of Changmin’s attention.
“If I was dreaming, I could wake up. I wish I was dreaming.” Changmin muttered back.
“Try to think about how lucky you are.”
“How lucky I am?” Changmin snapped. “You kidnapped me. I had plans, you know. I need to be in New York by Saturday.”
“Then you better drive fast and not stop for anything but gas.” Kyuhyun leant the seat back and readjusted, lounging peacefully against the door as if he had won the argument and could sleep peacefully knowing that he had shut down all of Changmin’s complaints.
Changmin gripped the steering wheel and pursed his lips, debating pulling the car over and walking back to the airport.
No, he shook his head. He had to stay until he could get his wallet back. That was the only reason why he was here. Though he was debating whether or not it wasn’t worth it to leave and cancel all his cards, buy a new ID, buy a new passport, and suffer the blow to his soul of losing all of his coffee gift cards.
Changmin couldn’t help trying to figure out the other man. Why had he chosen Changmin, if he had? What was he even doing driving across the country when he was famous enough to afford a flight? Judging by the crowd in the airport, he was definitely famous enough to afford a flight. Or at least a bus or a regular driver to take him wherever he wants to go. It really all came back to why he was going, Changmin figured.
“It seems surreal, doesn’t it?” Kyuhyun’s sleepy voice startled him a bit, and he glanced over quickly before returning his eyes to the road.
“What do you mean?”
“That I met you. It seems surreal.”
Changmin let out a sharp chuckle and shook his head.
“You are strange. Surreal would have been you finding a girl to take with you who you could marry at the end of the trip after you steal her away with your heartwarming charms.”
“Nah, I couldn’t have found a girl in that airport.”
“Why not? You’re so famous, should be easy for you.”
“You being so irritated about it only makes it better for me.” Kyuhyun said snidely.
“You know, it’s honestly quite maddening that I can’t figure you out. Why the fuck am I here?” Changmin snapped.
“And that, you adorable creature, is why this is so surreal.”
“Please, do enlighten me.” Changmin muttered.
“I didn’t want to travel by myself and planes give me headaches.”
“The point?”
“It is surreal to me that I could possibly meet someone so beautiful at a time I actually wanted to be with someone.” Changmin opened his mouth with a snide remark but froze, momentarily tongue-tied with the shocking words as they slithered through his ear and rendered him motionless.
“No, no girl would have worked properly after you.”
The moments rolled by without a thought or breath occupying Changmin’s side of the vehicle. Kyuhyun resituated with a content sigh and put the hood of his zip up sweatshirt over his head.
“Now, please relax. You’re making the whole atmosphere too tense for me to sleep in. Let that pretty head of yours take a break from all that complicated thinking.”
Changmin gaped at him; how the hell was that supposed to make the thought process stop. If anything, it only provoked the mindless rambling in his brain even more. This man was surely (but unfortunately) a very worthy opponent. The man was complimenting him? Flirting with him? Trying to catch him off-guard?
“You didn’t have to say something so forward.”
“I wanted to.”
“It wasn’t even true.”
“I think you should reconsider that statement.”
I only drive in style. He mocked inside of his head. He looked out of the corner of his eye at the owner of the voice haunting his mind and let out a sigh. He turned back towards the line of cars leaving the airport in front of him and shut his eyes tightly, waiting a moment before opening them wide and then repeating the process multiple times.
“You’re not dreaming, you know. Stop acting like that.” Changmin’s eyes narrowed as he turned to the passenger seat.
The supposed rock star had his designer gray boots propped up on the dashboard, the seat about as far back as it could go to accommodate the long stretch of legs glad in dark blue jeans. The lime green shirt from the lobby store looked shamefully back at him, tinting the base of the other’s long neck a bright green. The dark aviator sunglasses hid his eyes, but not the smirk across those full, wide set lips that were constantly-and strangely- drawing all of Changmin’s attention.
“If I was dreaming, I could wake up. I wish I was dreaming.” Changmin muttered back.
“Try to think about how lucky you are.”
“How lucky I am?” Changmin snapped. “You kidnapped me. I had plans, you know. I need to be in New York by Saturday.”
“Then you better drive fast and not stop for anything but gas.” Kyuhyun leant the seat back and readjusted, lounging peacefully against the door as if he had won the argument and could sleep peacefully knowing that he had shut down all of Changmin’s complaints.
Changmin gripped the steering wheel and pursed his lips, debating pulling the car over and walking back to the airport.
No, he shook his head. He had to stay until he could get his wallet back. That was the only reason why he was here. Though he was debating whether or not it wasn’t worth it to leave and cancel all his cards, buy a new ID, buy a new passport, and suffer the blow to his soul of losing all of his coffee gift cards.
Changmin couldn’t help trying to figure out the other man. Why had he chosen Changmin, if he had? What was he even doing driving across the country when he was famous enough to afford a flight? Judging by the crowd in the airport, he was definitely famous enough to afford a flight. Or at least a bus or a regular driver to take him wherever he wants to go. It really all came back to why he was going, Changmin figured.
“It seems surreal, doesn’t it?” Kyuhyun’s sleepy voice startled him a bit, and he glanced over quickly before returning his eyes to the road.
“What do you mean?”
“That I met you. It seems surreal.”
Changmin let out a sharp chuckle and shook his head.
“You are strange. Surreal would have been you finding a girl to take with you who you could marry at the end of the trip after you steal her away with your heartwarming charms.”
“Nah, I couldn’t have found a girl in that airport.”
“Why not? You’re so famous, should be easy for you.”
“You being so irritated about it only makes it better for me.” Kyuhyun said snidely.
“You know, it’s honestly quite maddening that I can’t figure you out. Why the fuck am I here?” Changmin snapped.
“And that, you adorable creature, is why this is so surreal.”
“Please, do enlighten me.” Changmin muttered.
“I didn’t want to travel by myself and planes give me headaches.”
“The point?”
“It is surreal to me that I could possibly meet someone so beautiful at a time I actually wanted to be with someone.” Changmin opened his mouth with a snide remark but froze, momentarily tongue-tied with the shocking words as they slithered through his ear and rendered him motionless.
“No, no girl would have worked properly after you.”
The moments rolled by without a thought or breath occupying Changmin’s side of the vehicle. Kyuhyun resituated with a content sigh and put the hood of his zip up sweatshirt over his head.
“Now, please relax. You’re making the whole atmosphere too tense for me to sleep in. Let that pretty head of yours take a break from all that complicated thinking.”
Changmin gaped at him; how the hell was that supposed to make the thought process stop. If anything, it only provoked the mindless rambling in his brain even more. This man was surely (but unfortunately) a very worthy opponent. The man was complimenting him? Flirting with him? Trying to catch him off-guard?
“You didn’t have to say something so forward.”
“I wanted to.”
“It wasn’t even true.”
“I think you should reconsider that statement.”