Ride or Die - l.hs
Pairings: Evan x Fem!Reader
IN WHICH... you're having the worst day of your life trying to get to work, when a blonde guy who seems to be invisible drags you into his sentient car. What's the worst that can happen?
WC: 5.4k
Content/Warnings: Comedy (I tried), Transformers-inspired (the car is basically Bumblebee), Action/Adventure, Fluff, Angst, Flirting, Kissing, Twist Ending
Playlist: Limbo - Keshi, The Sound of Music - Julie Andrews, U Can't Touch This - M.C. Hammer, Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars, Lonely Eyes - Lauv, Shake it Off - Taylor Swift, I Feel Good - James Brown, hate that i made you love me - Ariana Grande, Hooked on a Feeling - Blue Swede, I Think I Love You - David Cassidy
Ari's Note: I loved the storytelling of the "Ride Or Die" MV and just HAD to build a narrative around it, so here we are. I wanted it to be light and funny, but then I got in my feels and watched the Evan documentary, which gave me a lot of confidence for this story. I'm so incredibly proud of everything he's accomplished and have complete respect for his decision. This is for him <3
“Shit!”
You cursed as your hand slammed against someone’s chest, knocking your fresh cup of coffee (handed to you not 20 seconds earlier) onto your shirt. Thankfully, you’d opted for iced coffee, so it was only the massive brown stain dripping down your red blouse that you had to worry about.
“Sorry!” The man who’d slammed into you hurried past, barely sparing you a glance as he ran straight towards the hallway leading to the bathroom.
You stared after him, speechless, the liquid dripping from your shirt and onto the floor. You were already running late for work because you’d been up late the night before trying to beat a deadline, and now this? If your boss wasn’t on the verge of firing you before, he would be after today.
A few people stared at you as you hobbled to the napkin dispenser, watching as you clutched your purse to the side of the stain, their eyes darting and pitiful. No one moved to help, no one seemed to care. God, you hated people sometimes. You wished you lived in the wilderness where the only sounds were the birds and the wind. Or better yet, you wished you were invisible, free to walk around without the feeling of judging eyes tingling the hairs on the back of your neck.
A woman came up behind you and grabbed some napkins for herself, glaring at you when a bit of coffee dripped from your shirt and onto her shoe.
Yup, being invisible sounded much better.
When you were relatively dry, a bundle of dirty napkins gripped between your fingers, you glumly turned towards the front of the cafe, seriously considering just calling in sick for the day. The time it would take you to drive home and change would put you at least another hour behind anyway.
You pulled your blazer closed over the stain as you walked down the street, eyeing the shops for a clothing store or even a laundromat.
You were slowing to peer into the window of some small vintage store, trying to see if they had clothes, when a man burst onto the sidewalk a few doors down, his shoulders tense and his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked toward you.
His hair was bright blonde, contrasting starkly with his white-and-black jacket and washed-blue jeans. He had a dark red gash on his cheek against smooth tan skin, creating a harsh effect with his soft features.
But what made you stop and stare was his eyes. They were impossibly wide and completely terrified. He looked like a deer in headlights, dazed and unsteady as his feet hit the concrete. He mostly kept his head down, only looking up to watch where he was going, but when his eyes flicked up to yours, he froze.
Like, actually froze. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you and blinking like he thought he was hallucinating. He tilted his head, his blonde hair falling over his eyes.
You frowned. First, people barely looked at you, and now they stared at you like you were an alien?
You awkwardly lifted your hand and waved.
Impossibly, his eyes widened even more. He approached you slowly, like you were a skittish animal that would run if he moved too fast.
“Can you see me?”
His voice was hesitant, so quiet you could barely hear him.
“Um, yeah? Hi?”
He let out a relieved laugh, the disbelief on his face turning into unbridled joy. “You can hear me?”
You nodded slowly, starting to wonder if you should call the police. “Yes, I can hear you…”
He laughed again, running his hands through his hair. “Oh my god, I’m not alone.”
Now you were really starting to get concerned. “Are you ok, sir? Do you need me to call someone?”
He shook his head, walking up to you and taking your hands. “No, no, there’s no one else, only you.”
You stared at him, realizing with horror that your bad luck had just brought you a literal insane person to deal with. There was no way you were going to work today.
“What’s your name?” He asked, hands still holding yours. “Have we met before?”
You were seconds away from screaming for help when the worker in the vintage store you were still standing in front of walked outside. She stared at you with a guarded expression. “Are you ok, ma’am?” She glanced at your outstretched hands, looking blankly at the space where the man was standing.
“Do you not see him?”
Her eyes narrowed. “See who?”
You looked at the blonde man who was staring at you sheepishly, eyes darting between you and the worker.
Oh my god, you had completely lost it. The caffeine had finally caught up with you, and you were experiencing some sort of mental break that somehow resulted in the hallucination of a hot stranger.
You looked at the employee, putting on your most convincing smile. “I’m ok, thank you!” And with that, you slipped your hands out of the man's grasp and walked the other way.
“Wait!” He fell into step beside you, trying to catch your eye. “Please talk to me, you’re the only one who’s been able to see me.”
“Nope, you’re not real.” You said, keeping your eyes forward. “You are a figment of my imagination brought on by my stress and frustration with the world.”
“Can a figment of your imagination touch you?” He grabbed your hand again, his skin very warm, and very real against your palm.
You jumped, pulling your hand away. You met his eyes, taking in the firm set of determination on his face. If he were a product of your mind, it was sure doing a hell of a job. You could make out subtle flecks of gold in his eyes, the darkness in his roots, a slight cut on his pink lips.
You wished your brain could put this much energy into organizing spreadsheets.
“If you’re real, why can’t anyone see you?” You hissed.
He looked down, his expression suddenly sad. “I don’t know, I woke up in the middle of the street covered in broken glass. I don’t remember how I got there or anything really.”
You stared at him for a second, debating how much you were going to entertain this. You thought about your brand new couch at home, cozy and inviting. It would be so easy to walk away…but he looked so sad—so desperate. Finally, you sighed. “Do you have a name?”
A small smile curved on his lips. “Evan.”
“Ok, Evan, you asked if we met earlier, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”
He tilted his head, studying your face.
You resisted the urge to look away. His eyes ran over you with nothing but curiosity and eagerness—like you were the key to a puzzle he’d been trying to solve for hours—the complete opposite of the pity of the people in the cafe that morning. You felt a rush of heat in your face as his eyes dipped down to the stain on your shirt.
“What happened?” He asked.
You pulled your blazer tighter. “Nothing, just an accident.” You finally noticed a few people giving you odd looks as they passed, eyes glazing over the spot where Evan stood in front of you.
Maybe this was all a bad dream, and tomorrow, you would wake up on time, with a clean red shirt folded neatly at the foot of your bed. Maybe a rude asshole wouldn’t crash into your coffee, and you would walk to work without an invisible stranger stumbling into your path.
But you were still standing on a busy street, and people were still giving you dirty looks, and Evan was still looking at you like he was trying to remember your name.
Finally, he sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t think I’ve met you before either. I guess that rules out the long-lost friend explanation.”
You raised your eyebrows. “That was the theory you were going with?”
He shrugged, “There are worse ones.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I really hope I’m not—in fact—a figment of your imagination.”
“So it is a possibility!”
He laughed. “No, I’m just messing with you; I’m definitely real.”
You crossed your arms. “I don’t believe you.”
Evan was opening his mouth to speak when the squealing of brakes sounded from the road.
He whipped around, and you watched with wide eyes as a car stopped across from you on the curb. It was orange and white, and the paint was faded and old. It looked like a car straight out of the 80s. The door opened, and inside was…no one. There was no driver. It just sat there, beckoning like a street vendor.
Evan grabbed your hand and started walking, pulling you with him.
“What are you-”
“Ignore it; it keeps following me.”
You stumbled after him. “But it has no driver.”
And then, right before your eyes, the car moved. It drove forward like it was tied to Evan’s feet, keeping his pace as he moved briskly down the sidewalk.
Then, you noticed that other people were noticing too.
They stared at the car, bewildered, squinting through the windows to find the source of its movement. People on the street got out of the way, their attention turning to you, since without Evan visible, it looked like it was following your every step.
“Oh my god, they see the car, and the car sees you!”
Evan grimaced, his grip on your hand tightening.
People began to shout, pointing at you and the car.
“How’d you make it do that?”
“You put a demon in the car, lady?”
“Where can I get one?”
“Evan.” You said, a flicker of panic moving through your gut. “I think we should get in.”
“What?” He said, not slowing down.
People began to walk towards you; a few pulled out their phones.
“We need to get out of here.”
“I’m walking, aren’t I?”
“It’s not enough!” You lowered your voice, a hint of desperation finding its way into your voice. “I’m not invisible like you.”
At that, he slowed, as if he finally realized that he was putting you in danger. He looked around, letting out a breath when he saw the crowd of people gathering around the car.
“Ok, fine, let’s go.” He put his hand on the small of your back and pushed you in front of him towards the open car door.
You quickly climbed inside and shifted over to the passenger seat, yelping as a man tried to grab your arm. Evan pushed the guy's arm away, and you only briefly caught the confused look that clouded his features at the invisible force before Evan slid into the driver’s seat and slammed the door behind him.
You didn’t even have a second to breathe before the car moved, surging backwards and forcing the crowd out of the way.
“Oh, God.” You braced yourself against the dashboard, looking out the window at the passing faces.
Evan pushed at the car door, trying to force it open. But the lock wouldn’t budge. The radio started playing a song you’d never heard, the sound blending with the angry shouts outside.
When it got to the end of the road, the car shifted into drive and suddenly swerved.
You weren’t wearing a seatbelt, so you were practically flung into Evan’s side. You gripped his arm, holding on for dear life as the car finished its turn and landed facing forward.
Both of you breathed heavily, Evan holding the wheel and you still clutching his arm, staring out the windshield with wide eyes.
“Are you ok?” He asked.
He looked down at you, your faces only inches apart.
You nodded, eyes flicking to the gash on his cheek, suddenly hating seeing his annoyingly pretty face tarnished. You cleared your throat and forced your fingers to let go of his arm, slowly leaning back in your seat.
“Well, that was fun.” You said.
He snorted. “Really?”
“Not at all.”
The car started moving, this time at a normal speed, and in a straight line.
“I guess we’re stuck.” He said, studying the old-school orange display screen that showed nothing except the time and the name of the song playing: Ride or Die
You tried to open your door, frowning when the lock stayed in place. “I guess so.”
“Where do you think it’s taking us?” He said.
You crossed your arms, staring out the window. “At this point, I’m up for anything. I’m in a magic car with an invisible man, so I don’t think anything can surprise me anymore.”
Evan chuckled, “So you believe me now?”
You bit your bottom lip, glancing over the black leather seats and booming speakers in the door. The car was as real as anything, and the confused mob of people proved that. Plus, besides you, the car was the only thing that seemed to acknowledge Evan. To some extent, he was real; you just didn’t know where you fit into it all.
“I believe…that I’m not making you up, but I still don’t see an explanation for what happened to you.”
He leaned his head against the headrest. “Me neither.”
Silence settled between you, oddly comfortable, with the car’s music beating softly through the speakers. The road wound in front of you, stretching towards an unknown destination.
“What’s it like being invisible?” You asked, thinking back to that morning.
“Terrible.” He said, “It’s lonely.”
“But isn’t it nice not to have to deal with people?” You glanced down at your stained shirt.
“Maybe sometimes, but…I like people,” he smiled softly, “people need each other to feel things.”
“These days they mostly just make me feel shitty.” You muttered.
Suddenly, the radio burst into song, this time one you knew: Limbo
“I’ve just been goin’ through motions, back and forth like a ocean I am a fraud, I am the shit, hoping that nobody notice.”
You smiled. “See, the car gets it.”
“That sounds more like a you problem than a people problem,” Evan smirked.
You lightly hit his arm, “Hey! It’s people who created this soul-draining system. Everyone’s lives revolve around work this, work that, it’s exhausting.”
“But people made a lot of other great things,” he glanced at the radio, “like music.”
“The hills are alive with the sound of music With songs they have sung For a thousand years.”
Evan smiled. “Thank you, car.”
You giggled. “I think your car can hear us.”
“It’s not mine.” He said.
“Then whose is it?”
He shrugged. “Maybe no one; I told you I don’t remember anything.”
“You really know nothing but your name?”
He shook his head.
More silence.
You felt his eyes on you, but you didn’t turn away from the window, weirdly enjoying the feel of his attention.
“You know I never got your name,” Evan said.
“It’s y/n.”
He smiled, “y/n.” He said it like it was his new favorite word, slow and steady. You decided you liked the way it sounded on his lips.
“Do you want my jacket? It will cover the stain better.”
You looked down at your blazer that barely reached over your chest, doing little to hide the top of the brown mark. You hated looking at it; it made you feel dirty, pathetic.
Before you could respond, Evan was already shedding his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders, and pressing the heavy material into your lap. “Here.”
You shot him a tight smile, “Thanks.”
You tossed your blazer into the backseat and pulled Evan’s on, laughing softly when it swallowed you completely.
He laughed too. “It’s perfect.”
“It’s huge.”
“It’s cute.”
You looked down at your lap, feeling a blush on your cheeks that you prayed wasn’t too visible. You glanced at him, focusing back on his cheek gash.
“You should get that looked at.”
“y/n, no one can see me, remember?”
You bit your lip. “Oh yeah.” You turned the words over in your mouth before you said them. “I could at least clean it up.”
You could tell he was fighting back a smile as he looked at your nervous expression. “Is someone worried about me?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yes, I happen to have the ability to show concern for others. Now, can I look at it or not?”
“What are your credentials?”
“Evan.”
“What? How do you think I stay pretty? I can’t have just anyone touching this face.”
You were both grinning at each other, a comfortable energy humming in the car’s interior as the chaos of the day faded until there was just you and him. Two people driving down the road as music colored the passing scenery.
The radio boomed to life, blaring another familiar song:
“You can’t touch this You can’t touch this.”
Evan laughed. “Ok, ok, fine, you can look.” He leaned on the center console, offering up his right cheek, the red mark bright against his tan skin.
You shifted in your seat so you were facing him, and slowly brought your hand to his cheek, leaning over to study the cut. It looked like two main gashes, long but not too deep. It needed to be cleaned, but you decided—in your not-so-professional opinion—that he probably didn’t need stitches.
You opened the glove box, trying to find a tissue or a bottle of water, or anything. And just like the car had read your mind, you spotted a small package of disinfectant wipes shoved into the back like an afterthought.
You grabbed it and smiled. “I think I’m starting to like this car.”
In response, you felt the engine rev, boosting the car forward a little faster.
“I think it likes you too,” Evan said, still leaning towards you.
You took out a wipe and turned back towards him, softly brushing it over the cut.
He grimaced slightly.
“Sorry, almost done.”
He smiled softly, staring at your focused expression. “It’s ok, take your time.”
You cleaned away every spot of blood and dirt around the cut until only the pale pink of the wound remained. Your fingers brushed his cheek as you went, and you marveled at how soft it was.
Every time you glanced at his eyes, you found him looking back at you, studying the way you pursed your lips and furrowed your eyebrows. You felt your cheeks getting red, the tension in the air shifting just slightly.
“Oh, her eyes, her eyes Make the stars look like they’re not shining Her hair, her hair Falls perfectly without her trying She’s so beautiful And I tell her every day”
You snorted, a laugh stumbling from your lips as Bruno Mars rang out through the car. You pulled the wipe away, deciding it was clean enough.
Evan chuckled, looking down at his arm resting on the console, but not moving away.
You put the wipes back in the glovebox. “I think the car wants to be your wingman.”
“Maybe. Is it working?”
You bit your lip. “Do you want it to?”
He still hadn’t moved away from the center console, his upper body leaning into your space. You watched his eyes flick to your lips. “I wouldn’t object.”
“I guess I’m kind of your only option.”
“That’s not why.”
You tilted your head, playing with the ends of his jacket's sleeves. “Then why?”
Finally, he moved back into his seat, and you realized with a pang that you liked it when he was close. But he kept his body facing towards you, and leaned his head against the headrest, a soft smile on his lips. “Because you care, in a stubborn way.”
“I’m sure a lot of people would have helped you.”
“Maybe, but you did it even though you didn’t want to.”
“I never said I didn’t want to.”
“You tried walking away from me.” He said. “You said I was a hallucination or something.”
Despite yourself, you laughed. “I feel like it was a reasonable reaction.”
He smiled. “I don’t blame you; I’m just glad you changed your mind. You made me feel seen, and that’s quite the feat for someone invisible.”
You stared at him for a second. Outside, the sun was bright, and it shone on his blonde hair, making it glow. He looked like an angel, and you wondered for a second if that’s what he was. An angel meant just for you.
“I feel invisible too sometimes; maybe that’s why I can see you. Maybe it’s not a problem with you, but a problem with the world.”
He raised his eyebrows. “So, only sad, lonely people can see me? That seems depressing.”
“Hey!” You shoved him for the second time that day, and this time, when your hand touched his bare arm, it felt familiar, like you’d done it hundreds of times and would do it hundreds more. “I’m not lonely.”
He smirked. “Do you live alone?”
“Yes…”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No…”
He laughed, ducking his head and holding his hand over his face.
You groaned. “Just because I’m not in a relationship doesn’t mean I’m lonely. I bet you’re single.”
He gasped with fake offense. “Me? Never, all the ladies love me.”
“I bet that’s why you’re invisible. Got so much attention, the universe decided you needed a break for a while.”
“From everyone except you, apparently,” Evan said, his voice soft.
“Yeah, I wonder why.”
The radio blared again.
“I don’t mean to be rude There’s things in myself that I see in you Lonely eyes She had those lonely eyes I only know ‘cause I have them too”
“Ok, car, I think we get it.” You said.
A loud squealing noise sounded from the road as the car accelerated.
Evan cursed, and he gripped the wheel as his body was pushed back against the seat. The car swerved down a side street, the walls almost scraping against the faded paint; it was so narrow. “I think you made it angry!”
You grabbed the handle above your window. “I didn’t think it was so sensitive!”
The engine revved again, jerking forward and making you yelp as you almost fell out of your seat.
“Apologize!” Evan said.
“You want me to apologize to a car?”
“It’s either that or we die!”
“I think that’s a little dramati-”
The car instantly picked up speed, blurring down the street and rapidly approaching what you realized with horror—was a waterfront.
“y/n!” Evan shouted.
You groaned. “Ok fine! I’m sorry, car!”
The machine made a sound like a purr and immediately slowed down, the blur of the concrete fading into the details of cracked pavement and trampled mud.
The two of you slumped back in your seats, panting heavily as the wave of panic receded into muted shock. A new song started playing on the radio:
“Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it off (whoo-hoo-hoo).”
“Well that’s easy for you to say, you’re a car.” You said, still gripping the handle, your heart rate finally slowing. “But I’m sorry, you can keep playing your…music.”
“Wow! I feel good I knew that I would now I feel good I knew that I would now.”
You giggled. “I’ll assume that means my apology is accepted.” You looked over at Evan and found him staring at you, a distant look in his eyes.
“What?” You said.
He shook his head, smiling slightly. “Nothing.”
For a while, you sat in silence—but not the strained kind—it was comfortable. Just two people enjoying each other’s company as the car pulled onto the main road alongside the water, the sun twinkling over the sparkling blue as quiet music played in the background. The engine was a comforting hum under your seat, and you felt the stress in your body melting away with every mile.
Across from you, Evan gently tapped his finger on the steering wheel, occasionally singing softly to the lyrics in the background. His voice was beautiful and slightly haunting, and you found yourself smiling at the way it lilted and harmonized, the sound creating a bloom of warmth in your chest.
At one point, you glanced at him, watching the way his brows furrowed as he sang and the way his lips curled up in a subtle smirk.
He was beautiful.
You leaned your head against your window, and a few minutes later you were dozing off, fighting to keep your eyes open as Evan’s soft voice lulled you into sleep.
But then the car stopped.
Evan went silent.
You looked up, cocking your head when you saw that you were parked on the side of the road, pulled up so the front wheels of the car were perched on the edge of a beach, looking out into the sky, which showed the beginning of a colorful sunset—swirls of pink and orange dotting the sky.
“Where are we?” You asked.
“Not sure,” Evan said. “Car?”
This time, the radio was silent.
You tried the door and let out a small gasp when it actually opened. You got out and stretched, groaning as your sore muscles ached in pleasure.
Evan followed you, getting out and leaning against the hood of the car as he looked up at the sky.
“Not a bad spot.” You said.
He nodded. “Not at all.”
“So is there like buried treasure here or…”
Evan laughed. “Go ahead, you dig, I’ll watch.”
“Absolutely not, getting on my hands and knees like a dog? I’m a lady, you know.”
He smirked. “The view wouldn’t be too bad.”
You gasped, putting your hand over your mouth as a wave of heat crept up your neck. “Evan!”
“What? I’m being honest.”
You glared at him, wrapping his large jacket even tighter over your chest. “Now is not the time for flirting.”
“It’s always the time for flirting.”
You bit back a smile. “I hate you.”
Evan propped his chin on the top of the car, staring at you with his big doe eyes. “No, you don’t”
“I can’t tell you why But something inside is dancing with fire Eyes lit like the sky, turned tears into diamonds Got good at goodbyes…”
The radio spurred to life, the melody dancing on the breeze as you stared at each other. You held your breath, and he searched your face, tracing every curve and line as if he was trying to memorize it.
“You know…I think I remembered something.” He whispered, barely audible above the music.
“What?”
“It’s a name. Heeseung.”
You leaned against the other side of the car, mimicking the way he rested his chin on his arms. “Whose is it?”
“I think mine; it feels…familiar.”
“Do you like it?”
He was silent for a moment. He stared at his hands, then at the sky, then at you. “Do you?”
You shrugged. “It’s not up to me, but…I like both. Evan feels gentle and kind, while Heeseung feels…warm, like home.”
He tapped his fingers against the car, nodding thoughtfully. “You know, I’m really happy I ran into you.”
You bit back another smile. “Yeah, It’s been fun.”
“I can’t stop this feeling Deep inside of me Girl, you just don’t realize What you do to me.”
Evan laughed. “I’m also starting to really like this car.”
You groaned, burying your head in your hands. “This car is gonna be the death of me.”
“Hey, ride or die, baby.” Evan climbed onto the hood of the car, leaning back and propping his head against the windshield. He patted the spot beside him, his figure outlined by the burning orange tint of the sky. “Come on, maybe we’re just supposed to enjoy the view.”
You hoisted yourself onto the car, shifting until your back rested in the space next to him. The sky stretched out in an endless haze of color, and you sighed softly, the events from that morning almost completely forgotten.
“Hooked On A Feeling” continued playing in the background, a soundtrack to the moment defined by lapping waves and Evan’s breaths beside you. You pulled his jacket over you as a cold breeze raced past you, making your skin prickle. You glanced over at him in his white T-shirt. “Are you cold?”
He shook his head. “No, ever since I met you I’ve felt warm.”
You looked down at your feet stretched out across the hood, a twinge of guilt flaring in your chest. “Evan…”
“Don’t.” He whispered. “I know this can’t last forever, but…would you stay with me? Just for a little while.” He slowly reached for your hand.
You held your breath, but didn’t pull away.
Just like he said, his skin was warm against your hand, and his fingers wrapped around yours with incredible tenderness. He was closer, his hip almost pressed against yours, his face hovering only inches away. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you had to force yourself to meet his eyes.
“With you, I don’t feel like a stranger in my own body. I feel real, like anything but a memory.”
You squeezed his hand. “Of course you’re real. You’re Evan.”
He smiled sadly. “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”
“But I can hear you.” You cupped his cheek, your voice breaking. “I can feel you.”
He leaned into your touch, his face softening. “And what happens when you leave?” He whispered. “Only you can see me. Your eyes only.”
“Then I won’t leave. You can come home with me. I’ll give you a place to stay, I’ll-”
Evan chuckled. “I can’t have you dropping everything for a ghost. You have such a bright future ahead of you.”
You felt a tear slip down your cheek, overwhelmed with the sudden realization that this day—this perfect day—that healed something inside you you didn’t know was broken, needed to end. The sky had shifted into a bright pink, making his skin glisten underneath your hand. “But you’re the brightest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He stared at you in wonder, and his hand rested over yours on his cheek, rubbing soothing circles on your knuckles. He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and you realized he was trying not to cry. “It’s gonna be alright.”
In one heartstopping moment, he leaned forward, and time seemed to slow when his lips touched yours.
He hooked his fingers around your neck and pulled you closer, kissing you with the hesitancy of the first and the passion of the last, his lips moving against yours with tragic urgency.
You made a sound against his mouth, your hand on his cheek moving to tangle in his blonde hair, holding him like you were scared he would disappear.
His other hand found your waist under his large jacket, pulling you towards him so one of your legs was thrown over his lap.
You smiled against his lips, and he smiled back, pulling back to trail kisses down your jaw and to your neck, his tongue swirling in maddening circles over your nape.
The heat between your legs was growing, and you were halfway through ripping off the heavy leather jacket when the car hummed to life under you.
“I’m sleeping And right in the middle of a good dream Like all at once I wake up From something that keeps knocking on my brain Before I go insane, I hold my pillow to my head And spring up in my bed Screaming out the words I dread “I think I love you.”
You paused, staring at Evan, a smile creeping onto your face before you burst out laughing. He laughed too, grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him, tucking you into his chest until his chin rested on your head.
“Remember me, ok?” He whispered, kissing the top of your head.
You opened your mouth. “I-”
Heeseung bolted up in his bed, taking deep, gulping breaths. He grabbed the glass of water on his bedside table and downed the whole thing, mind racing with bright colors and soft lips.
He sat there until his breathing slowed, trying to hold on to the images floating in his head, so real he felt vaguely lost sitting in his dorm room.
He grabbed his notebook and furiously started writing things down—everything he could remember: a car that can drive itself, crowds of people swarming him, the panic of being invisible…
Then he hit a wall.
Heeseung remembered lips—heat, skin, hair—but no face. There was a person; he was missing something, someone.
He groaned, searching his brain for a name, something that carried the same warmth of the body under his hands and the voice he couldn’t quite remember anymore.
All he got was three words:
Ride or Die
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Any hate towards Evan or Jungwon will not be tolerated!
