Eyes still blurry from the bright light, but he heard his phone viberate, he turns it on and reads the text. He looks at the him with a disgusted expression, and reached for the lock,as he unlocks the door he said “Get in” but then laughs at his hyung.
“Ayyahh! If you continue to disrespect me, I will post this photo on my Instagram without your consent, and you will cry. Or at least, you’ll lament. Heavily. And absolutely no one will feel bad because you could have stopped it from happening.” This was what shot from his mouth as he clambered into the passenger’s seat, automatically hiding his phone from view once positioning himself comfortably. Where was the seat belt? And wow, he would think, this guy must think he’s a hot-rod, owning a family car with no seat belts.
But Kyungsoo’s face screamed I must stay safe, meaning varying items along the lines of straps/buckles/Velcro. Maybe even ropes to tie around his waist? A roll of Duct Tape hidden in the compartment?
Gripping the steering wheel and looks to his side, seeing the hyung fumble for the seatbelt, he thought Hmm… What would...
“Ayyahh! If you continue to disrespect me, I will post this photo on my Instagram without your consent, and you will...