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☆ Awkward☆Heeseung ☆

i got my motorcycle license... so watch out if theres many motorcycles references😎

this chapter is so meh. I'll lock in eventually
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Your best friend Heeseung rode his motorcycle everywhere; he loved it so much..

He was sitting on your front driveway on his motorcycle while talking to you."So how's Miss Beautiful doing today?" He laughs, tapping his hand on his leg, making you laugh. "Who, me?He chuckles, nodding his head."Obviously you; who else would I be talking to?"

"Mmhm, well, my day's been good."
"Y/N, you have to stop saying good so much; it's boring." He rolled his eyes teasingly.

"And why not?" You say, crossing your arms.
"Because you say it too much!" he teased; he always found a way to make you roll your eyes at him.

"Say something more interesting."

"Well, I baked some cookies."

"Ooooh~" He sat up a little bit, leaning forward. "What kind of cookies?""Chocolate" "Can I have some?" he whined.

"Meh" you shrugged.

"Pleeeaseee?" he begged, looking at you.

"I'll go get one"

"Yes!" he fist pumps the air, with his head back. "You're my favourite."

You scoff, "I'm your only choice."

"Whatever, now I want a cookie."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be back." "Okay, hurry," he groans and sits still on his motorbike, waiting.
He's been so impatient lately, especially with YOU.

He waits outside, tapping his leg, looking up at your window occasionally.

You arrived back holding a big chocolate cookie waiting to get devoured. "Finally!"
He grabs the cookie and puts it in his mouth, chewing. "Damn, this is good.You're too good at baking, you know; you're spoiling me."
He chuckles."I mean, I already love you, but you're making yourself more lovable; it's unfair," he groans, wiping the bits of cookie off the corner of his mouth.

You chuckle. He rambles a lot; you were used to this. "Anyways, where are you heading?"

"Nowhere really," he shrugged, leaning back on his motorbike. "Why do you ask? You want to come with me?"

"Can I?"

"Heck yeah, get on then!" He patted his motorcycle. Heeseung smiled. He loves having you on his motorbike; you two haven't gone for a ride together in a while, which to him is crazy.

He sits upright, ready for you to sit behind him."Hurry, no slowpokes," he teased as always, tapping his hand on the space behind him again.

You sat down behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. The feeling of your arms around him sent butterflies in his stomach; he tried his best to ignore it.

He looked back at you with a smile. "Comfy?"You watch as Heeseung grabs onto the handlebars, starting his motorcycle back up. "Hold on tight." He revved up his motorbike and started driving off, going quite fast.

He felt you hold onto him tight, making him smirk, noticing you held onto him more tightly. His heart beat faster, just having you so close. His grip on the handlebars got tighter, driving you away to whatever destination he'll find.

After 20 minutes of him driving around, he stopped in the middle of a forest. He parked his motorcycle and turned his seat to look at you."C'mon, get off." He tapped on your arm, getting himself off of his motorcycle, waiting for you to get off so he could have some stretching.