Late night drive with Mingyu
Because why not? :)
The office doors finally closed behind me at 8pm and my phone buzzed almost immediately.
“Hey,” Mingyu’s voice came through, soft but deep, a kind of warmth that wrapped around me even before I saw him.
“I’m downstairs.”
Hearing his voice fill butterflies in my stomach. I grin and headed outside.
The night air greeted me — cool, faintly scented with rain and city dust. Then I saw him.
Leaning casually against his black Mercedes, dressed in a black hoodie and a cap pulled low, Mingyu looked like he’d stepped out of a quiet dream — the kind that leaves your heart aching a little when you wake. A phone to his ear, the other hand hidden behind his back.
He looked up when he saw me, smile forming instantly,
‘Surprise’ he grins.
I put my phone away and before I could say anything, he spread his arms open wide — that wordless invitation I didn’t need to think twice about. I ran into him, and his arms wrapped around me like they were made to.
The moment I buried my face against his chest, everything else went quiet. His cologne — that familiar white musk — filled the air between us. Fresh, clean, warm. It smelled like comfort. Like home. I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear, and I smiled without realising. I’d missed him — not the texts, not the calls, but this. Just him.
He nuzzles against my the top of my head, smiling widely, wrapping his arms around me tighter.
When we finally let go, he smiled down at me, his hand coming up to gently pat my head. “Long day?” he asked.
‘You have no idea’ I pouted.
He pulled out a small bouquet of roses from behind him — red and pink ones wrapped neatly in white paper. “For you,” he said, a little shyly.
My heart flipped.
‘Awww, thanks gyu.’ I gave him a peck on his cheek.
He took my bag from me without asking, and opened the passenger door, gesturing for me to enter.
He waited until I got in before circling to his side, getting in to the driver seat. As soon as the engine hummed to life, my favorite playlist filled the car — soft R&B flowing through the speakers. “Daisy” by Justin Bieber was playing, and the mellow chords melted right into the glow of the streetlights outside.
Mingyu reached over, took my hand in his, and pressed a small kiss to the back of it. “How was your day?”
I told him everything — the little wins, the exhaustion, the funny moments. He listened like every word mattered, nodding, smiling occasionally, his thumb tracing small circles over my hand.
“You must be hungry,” he said, glancing at me. “I cooked dinner for you.”
I blinked, half surprised, half touched. “You did? I cant wait!’
He laughed softly. “Your favourite food.”
I smiled, squeezing his hand. “What would I do without you?”
His laughter filled the car, low and easy. “You don’t know how happy I am to see you. I missed you..”
‘Me too.’ I smiled.
The silence was comfort, I watched the way the city lights flickered across his face as he drove.
“What did you do today?” I asked.
He started telling me about his morning workout, running errands, accidentally burning one side of dinner before remaking it, and how he kept checking the clock, counting down till eight.
I laughed quietly, my heart swelling.
As the car rolled down the highway, I rested my head against the window, the city lights streaking by like fireflies in motion. Mingyu’s hand was still warm around mine, the music soft in the background, his cologne lingering in the air.
And I thought — if there’s a feeling called home, this must be it.
Home is not a place, but a person.
And that person is Mingyu.
