↳ summary: jongdae brings you to his special place in the middle of nowhere and god, these are the moments when he realizes he’s utterly head over heels in love with you.
↳ notes: biker!au, literally wrote this in less than an hour because it’s missing jongdae hours and i ;((
↳ genre: romance
↳ pairing: kim jongdae x female!reader
↳ word count: 690
“I can’t believe we’re finally here, I never thought we’d make it.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jongdae groans as he feels your grip on his waist tighten so you can steadily slip off his motorcycle. “My driving’s not that bad.”
Jongdae kicks his foot down, his bike’s kickstand clicking into place so he can stand up without it crashing to the ground (he’d honestly cry if it ever did). He hears you laugh as he pulls off his helmet, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair to smoothen out any tufts that stick up. Then he’s feeling someone else run their fingers through his hair and Jongdae sighs contently.
“You’re right, it’s not,” he hears you say from behind him. He steps away from his bike and turns to face you, your hands still in his hair as he wraps both his arms around your waist. “Being on a bike that’s moving a hundred miles per hour down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere is just terrifying.”
“Aw, princess,” Jongdae coos, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into yours, a sweet smile spread across his lips. “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know,” you whisper. “I trust you with my life, Jongdae. That’s why I’m only ever able to go on your bike and not Baekhyun’s because I know he’d pull some stupid shit to scare the hell out of me.”
Jongdae can’t help but snort at that―of course, leave it to Baekhyun to be the little shit he’s been since day one. “Remind me to kill him when we get back to my place,” Jongdae says before capturing your lips in his. It quickly becomes heated, your hands threading through his hair endlessly and his arms tightening around you, bringing you closer than ever as his tongue pushes past yours in a war of dominance.
But then you pull away too quickly for Jongdae’s liking, evident by the whine that escapes his lips when you slip out of his grasp as if you were never really there in the first place.
“Where are we, anyway?” you ask, seemingly oblivious to his whines. He watches you as you twirl with no care in the world, the skirt that reaches your knees swaying in response to your movements. He feels himself falling in love with you all over again―the way you looked like an utter angel beneath the setting sunlight, the light hitting you at just the right angles. The skirt makes you look like a princess of divinity―his, princess. “Jongdae?” you call out to him when he doesn’t respond, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“My special place,” Jongdae says, still staring at you. You’re in the middle of nowhere, fields of grass stretching as far as the eye could see and with only one dirt road in your sights―the one you took to get here.
“Really?” You tilt your head in the cutest way that makes Jongdae’s heart stutter―god, you were gorgeous. “But there’s nothing here, Jongdae.”
Jongdae laughs, finally making his way over to you to join you in the field of grass, the field of nothing. “That’s what makes it so special,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist as he settles behind you, resting his chin on your head. “I come here all the time to gather my thoughts. It really helps, you know, since there’s nothing here. It makes it easy for me to focus. It also helps me remember my place in the world―that I’m just a tiny little human in a huge, huge universe that’s far too big for my tiny brain to properly comprehend.”
“You’re going to make me have an existential crisis if you keep talking like that.” You reach up and smack his cheek lightly and Jongdae laughs again, his heart literally bursting with all his love for you, his one and only.
“I love you,” Jongdae murmurs out of the blue. You hum, placing your hands on his arm that’s wrapped around your torso.
