Lightning cracked the midnight sky then the
thunder rolled in. Rumbling deeply into the distance and through their bones.
“We should get going.” Minho clears his
throat, walking away without sparing her a glance. “I’ll take you home.”
Their previous conversation dissolves,
swept away by the sudden gush of wind that Minho silently thanked for. Her
response left him tongue-tied, a reaction that happens almost every time
they’re together and it terrifies him.
The absurdity is almost laughable. How he
could barely bat an eyelash when pulling the trigger but to know that someone
will be there for him has him foolishly shaken.
As if sensing his distress, she quietly
follows suit, keeping her eyes to the ground when Minho fastens the helmet over
her head. The usually precise movements of his fingers disappears, infuriating
him further as he fumbles with the clasp longer than necessary.
It didn’t take long before the storm
ruptures through, the downpour of rain smacking down the stretch of roads
viciously, her grip on his shoulders digging into his jacket down to his flesh
as Minho speeds his way like they’re losing time.
Everything is a blur, a projection of the
state of his mind and trying to stitch back the edges of himself she unraveled
is a futile attempt, feeling everything slip beyond his power.
Upon reaching her apartment complex, she
hops off the motorbike, drenched hair plastered to her neck when she hands the
helmet back to him. Minho looks at her through the exposed panel of his helmet,
unable to piece his goodbyes together while the roar of the rain seals the
silence between them.
And when she leans in close to his ears,
Minho can’t help but stiffen. Her voice raised yet muted by the chaos that
“Stay the night!”
She’s met with the widening of his eyes
as she pulls back to face him, the rain intensifying with each pulsing second.