count on me┃jaeyong

⌜ twenty two ⌟

taeyong didn't get the chance to convince him not to since the biker had already ran off back inside the building they were just in minutes ago. being an obedient child he is, he stood there and had his lips pressed to a thin line as he waited patiently for the older male. he scanned his eyes around the campus and noticed some student slacking off while the others were simply hanging out with their friends, some were being alone and studying.

staring at the students out of boredom went on till his eyes settled on the front gates, noticing someone familiar standing there. quite unsure of who it was, taeyong squinted his eyes and started making his way towards the gates. the male standing there was aso having his eyes wandering around as if he's looking for something in specific.

someone tall and owns a motorbike perhaps?

standing a distance not so far away, taeyong almost let out a gasp upon knowing who it was. ❝ten?❞

hearing his name then caused for the said male to grip tightly on the white shirt he is holding on to, having taeyong squint his eyes at how familiar that white shirt is. he then locked eyes with the person who called him and showed a nervous smile. ❝t-taeyong, right?❞

he nodded his head. ❝what are you doing here?❞

❝well, we were dismissed early.❞ the shorter wanted to slap his forehead at the answer he said, knowing that it wasn't what the older is looking for. ❝h-have you seen j-johnny?❞

he knows his friend? the last time he remembered, these two never met, aside from that one time he pointed out who ten is just for johnny to know since he was that curious. ❝why?❞

ten first got a grip on himself, finding it nerve-racking to be facing one of the biker's friends. the two have not yet met properly like this so he could already guess that the taller's friend could already have some bad impressions about him since he's jaehyun's ex. ❝i w-wanted to give back the shirt i borrowed from him.❞

so that's why he found the shirt quite familiar, it is johnny's. that then made taeyong furrow his brows, why would ten have his shirt? could it be— ❝are you the one he was helping with yesterday?!❞

the fresh memory from their alone time together then made ten's cheeks turn bright red, looking away as he didn't have the courage to face the male's friend. but then, the other might get a different idea of what they were doing. ❝d-don't take it the wrong w-way! he was just driving me—❞

a borrowed shirt, that tired expression, the mosquito bite on his neck, this could only mean one thing. ❝he drove you to heaven!?❞

❝n-no!❞ by now, everyone was probably looking at them and he had never felt so embarrassed in his life. he's even wearing his school's uniform. ❝he's just a nice guy who took me around the city and gave me a free ride far from here.❞

❝ride?❞ nothing seemed to work right inside his head. ❝you rode him!?❞

❝his motorbike!❞ burying his flushed face down on to the shirt he is holding, he couldn't help but groan at the conversation they were having. ❝god.❞

❝his motorbike?❞ it took taeyong a while to have it processed inside his head, widening his eyes at what was happening. ❝you're kidding, right?❞

❝i w-wish i am.❞ ten lowered his head down as he fumbled with his fingers. ❝he's the one who insisted.❞

❝this is unbelievable.❞ a laughter of disbelief was heard from taeyong, still not believing that this is happening. ❝you get to ride brad!?❞