It had been a few minutes till the boys were riding on the bike, zooming across the highway as Yoongi stared at the sea of asphalt ahead of him in deep thoughts.
He had grown pretty used to being in this close proximity to Hoseok, the darker-haired male's arms around him, gripping the motorbike's handles tightly. Yoongi's eyelids grew heavier and heavier by the passing second.
His head dropped down, lower and lower until-
"Woah woah. Min, wake up." Hoseok spoke in his ear, Yoongi's head snapping upwards as he was jolted awake.
Yoongi yawned, "I'm up. I'm awake." He muttered sleepily.
"You need to stay awake. If there was a car we could've stolen back there, then maybe you'd be able to sleep right now." Hoseok grumbled, the wind slapping his face and making his hair fly around in all sorts of directions.
"I'm just gonna sleep anyways." Yoongi decided, he couldn't stay awake any longer. "If I'm falling off, I'm counting on you to catch me or else I'll kill you." Yoongi muttered.
"Don't expect me to make any promises." Hoseok chuckled, a noise that filled Yoongi for some reason. The blonde was almost energised, and almost lost his need to sleep.
"Mhm..." He mumbled. However, Hoseok's laugh wasn't enough to make Yoongi stay awake and the blonde gradually drifted off to sleep.
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"AH YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"
Yoongi was snapped awake by Hoseok screeching, and the fact that Hoseok was screaming from literally behind him made Yoongi's ears bleed.
"What the fuck?" Yoongi asked, covering his ears as the bike's engine sputtered to halt.
The vehicle stopped in the middle of the road as Hoseok and a groggy Yoongi got off the bike.
Hoseok inspected it before groaning and stomping his boot on the road in deep frustration. Yoongi confusedly yawned in rubbed his eyes. He couldn't feel his legs as the wind hitting his exposed thighs while riding on the motorcycle, made them go numb.
Curse these fucking shorts.
"Just my fucking luck, I had to steal a bike on low fuel!" Hoseok cursed, as he dragged the vehicle towards the sides of the road, Yoongi following suite.
"Fucking-" Hoseok threw it on the ground, the poor bike obviously getting a bunch of scratches and dents.
"Stop being so angry all the time. It doesn't suit you." Yoongi stated.
"I don't fucking care if it suits me or not. We're stranded in the middle of the highway, with barely any food and like, two bottles of water!" Hoseok exclaimed.
"The poor guy's bike." Yoongi noted, looking at the ruined vehicle laying on the road.
"Fuck this." Hoseok muttered, sitting on the floor with his knees crossed. He rested his face on his hands, as he tugged on his brown hair in frustration.
Yoongi stood there in silence, waiting for Hoseok to calm down as he stared at cars wooshing by on the highway. He glanced upwards at the sky, the afternoon sun gleaming down on the road. Yoongi looked at Hoseok, the sun shone on him, the light brown highlights standing out on his dark hair.
"What?" Hoseok asked looking up at Yoongi. He had caught him staring.
"Nothing, Jung." Yoongi spoke, turning away.
Hoseok took this as an opportunity to tease the blonde. He stared at him with a smirk and purposefully eyed Yoongi from top to bottom. He watched as Yoongi's face grew a faint pink, only satisfying him even more.
"W-what?" Yoongi stammered, fumbling to pull the shirt down to his thighs as an attempt to cover up whatever he could.
"Nothing, Min." Hoseok responded, "You have nice legs, that's all."
"Fuck off, you perverted bitch." Yoongi grew even redder, clutching the keychain tightly. Yes, he had been holding on to it since Hoseok had stolen the bike. He just didn't pockets to keep it in, that's all.
"You enjoy it." Hoseok shrugged, his lips curling upwards.
"No I do not." Yoongi denied, fidgeting with the hem of his pink t-shirt.
"Yes you do." Hoseok countered.
"I do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Wait, why are we arguing again?" Hoseok asked, the reason slipping away from his mind.
"Well uh- nevermind. It doesn't matter." Yoongi fidgeted with the keychain.
"..."
"How do we get out of here?" Yoongi asked, "Not that I want to leave, so you can delay all this shit for even longer and I don't get to be shipped off to America, but still."
Hoseok sighed, "I don't know, let's just wait for a car and I can steal it-"
"No." Yoongi interrupted. "You are not stealing another damn car. Not under my watch, hoe."
"Who you calling hoe, hoe?" Hoseok retorted, "And I can do whatever I want."
"No. I repeat, you're not stealing another car under my watch." Yoongi replied stubbornly.
"You-"
"No."
"I-"
"No."
"Let me-"
"No."
"Speak-"
"No."
"You little-"
"No."
"ARGH!" Hoseok groaned, "Fine, just shut the fuck up! For god's fucking sake!"
Yoongi grinned triumphantly, walking closer to the edge of the road, and sticking his thumb out like he saw a bunch of people do in movies whenever they needed a ride.
"I hate you." Hoseok muttered under his breath.
Yoongi just smiled back, although it wasn't like an appreciative one or a happy one. No, it was more of a sarcastic smile.
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