a/n: inspired by #1 from 100 ways to say i love you and highway to heaven <3 also if you'd like some music to listen to while reading or while on your own nighttime drive, here’s my night drives playlist!!!!
the warm glow of the yellow lights lining the highway started to look fuzzy as you coasted along. dongyoung’s thumb brushed the back of your hand in rhythm with the mellow song on the radio. he sang along, the combination the motion of the car, his soft skin and his sweet voice tugging at your eyelids.
“when you told me you had a road trip playlist i assumed the whole thing would be upbeat,” you said through a yawn, “these songs are making me sleepy.”
“my daytime road trip playlist is upbeat,” he laughed, “this is the night time drive playlist.”
“you have too many playlists.”
“first of all, they set the mood. second of all, it was your idea to leave at midnight!” he squeezed your hand.
“nobody’s on the roads at night, we’d get there so much faster.” you whined, shaking your head to wake yourself up.
“i know you didn’t sleep last night, you were so excited you almost kept me up too. and you've been bouncing around all day.”
you glanced at the clock. 3:02 am.
“are you not excited? a week at a gorgeous beach house on the coast, just the two of us, finally.” you sighed.
“of course i am,” he bit his lip to keep from smiling too hard, “it’ll be heaven.”
you rubbed at your eyes, those yellow lamp posts blending together once again as you flew down the highway. you opened the windows to get some air in your face, doyoung’s singing getting louder over the sound.
you felt alive. the excitement seeping in again, blurry lights zooming by, cold wind nipping at your skin, and doyoung’s palm against yours.
he alternated between slower ballads --serenading you with a water bottle microphone-- and more lively songs, dancing in his seat.
after an hour of wind swept hair and drowsy giggles, you closed the windows and settled back down.
you yawned and stretched your back, “we’re only a couple of hours away now.”
“pull over at the next rest stop, let me drive for a while.”
“baby it’s okay, if you just keep putting on faster songs i can-”
he leaned over and pecked your cheek, letting his lips linger, causing your eyes to flutter shut for a moment.
“oh yeah, you need to let me drive.” he laughed, sitting back in his seat.
“no fair,” you pouted, “you can’t just surprise me like that.”
you pulled into the dimly lit rest stop, doyoung running in to grab you both coffees.
you sunk down into the passenger seat, pulling doyoung’s jacket from behind you across your lap as a blanket. you focused on the scent of his cologne swirling around the car and the guitar chords floating through the speakers.
doyoung arrived back at the car with two iced coffees in his hands. he knocked on the window and waited, but squinted and peeked through the glass when you didn't roll it down. he saw your sleeping figure curled up, ran around to the driver’s side and slipped in as quietly as he could.
he put your drinks in the cup holder, lowered the radio and looked over at you. the way the red and white neon lights of the rest stop’s sign illuminated you. the way one of your hands was clutching his jacket to your chest and the other was strewn across the console, waiting to be held. the way your hair still looked a little wild around your face.
he couldn't help himself. he carefully balanced himself on his elbow and pressed a featherlight kiss to the corner of your mouth. he watched your features subconsciously smooth out into a sleepy smile and swore he could feel his heart melting in his chest.
“i lied,” he whispered against your temple, “this is heaven. you are heaven.”
“sweet dreams,” he let his fingertips graze over some of the exposed skin of your thigh, “we’ll be there soon.”
he gently intertwined your fingers in his, sipped a bit of coffee, and pulled back out onto the highway.
