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Important drive thru questions:
Which BTS member:
1. Orders for you at the drive thru?
2. Let's you order (but drives)?
3. Let's you drive and order?
4. Orders from your lap, leaned out of his seat on the passenger side?
5. Can't make up their mind where they want to go but "doesn't want" to go wherever you suggest?
6. Begs to go that one specific place?
7. Goes to the Sonic and tries to order something NOT on the menu?
Lastly...
8. Would have sex with you, in the drive thru?
(Orrrrr maybe just fondle and fool around with you. Regardless of time of day OR crowd?)
Aaaahh, not the drive-thru! 🤣 I got so excited about this one! Hope I do our special drive-thru experiences justice, Roomie! Now, let's see what's on the menu...
Q: Which BTS member orders for you at the drive thru? A: Hobi
"Two #2s," Hobi calls out to the speaker, "one with a Diet Coke, and one with Sprite." He drums his fingers on the steering wheel and turns to you with a funny grin. "Both, animal style." The broken speaker squawks some sort of message to you. Hobi smiles and says, "Thanks!" As you roll forward, you blink at him owlishly. It's not a hard order, but how did he know? "I guess I internalized it somehow," Hobi reflects, nodding and readjusting his rearview mirror. He turns to you, sunk and sullen in the front seat, Hobi picking you up from work in the middle of a blah kind of day. "How about you call in, and we eat these parked up at the arboretum?" he asks. "Would that make you feel better?" You smile at him, and it's lucky that he has the wherewithal to slam on the brakes when you lunge forward to kiss him, surprising the attendant at the the window. Hobi's sunshine will always, always make you feel better.
Q: Lets you order (but drives)? A: Jin
"On that little bacon cheeseburger, can you add lettuce, pickles, tomatoes, grilled onions, grilled mushrooms, ketchup, mustard, aaaaaand---" You scan the Five Guys condiments menu just to make sure you haven't missed anything. "Hot sauce?" you finish. "Sure. So that's the little bacon cheeseburger, the little cheeseburger, two drinks, and two Cajun Style fries," the speaker repeats. "No, one Cajun style, and one regular," you clarify. You turn to Jin, who just watches you with a fond smile. "We need to mix it up. So much spice in the Cajun fries," you add, scrunching your nose. "A perfect order," Jin tells you. "Especially with you leaned over me like that." He reaches for your chest, fondling your tits and licking his lip at your visible cleavage. "Mmm. Maybe I should cancel my order and just eat you instead," he jokes, eyes nearly making griddle marks upon staring at your boobs. "What was that? Cancel the order?" the speaker asks. "NO!!" you both yell in starved unison, before turning to each other and laughing so hard that you miss the total amount due.
Q: Lets you drive and order? A: Jimin
"Can't wait for them spicy nuggs," you chirp, dancing a little in your seat. Jimin just smirks at you, the radio playing the latest sexy banger in the background. He strokes his leg as he watches your hips curving, even if it is just for some late-night meal that you decided to get on a whim. "So cute," he mutters, delighted in the way you're enjoying yourself. "You'll change that opinion of me once you watch me down these nuggets," you say. Jimin laughs. "Visual evidence of meat going down your throat? I don't think that would change my opinion at all," he points out, unclicking his seat belt. "What are you doing?" you ask smiling at him. He wiggles in his seat, too. He looks ahead at the long line of cars. "Just getting more comfortable," he tells you innocently.
Q: Orders from your lap, leaned out of his seat on the passenger side? A: Taehyung
"Two! Oreo! McFlurries!" Taehyung yells, his chain grazing your thigh. You stifle the laughs that keep bobbing to the surface, tickled by that cold chain on your skin, as well as by the way Taehyung's wild eyes are staring at the screen. "Apple pies?" the speaker crackles back at you. "NO! TWO! OREO! MCFLURRIES!" Taehyung practically screams, so frustrated that he scratches his head. "Oh, sorry, ice cream machine is down," the speaker crackles back. Taehyung whimpers and mashes his face into your thigh. You laugh and call back, "Alright, thanks anyway." Taehyung mumbles as you drive, something about "all I wanted after a long day" and "don't ask for much" and "this was the one thing". You stay silent, letting him have his pity party, because he's been so generous when you've had yours. When he realizes you're back on the road, he sits up and looks at you. "Where are we going?" he asks. "DQ," you say. You raise your eyebrows. "They have Oreo blizzards." Taehyung mashes his face into your thigh again, peppering you with a flurry of kisses. "Thank you! Ah, I love you, jagi. You're the best."
Q: Can't make up their mind where they want to go but "doesn't want" to go wherever you suggest? A: Yoongi
"Ugh, really?" he whines, still not moving after the light has turned green. It doesn't matter. It's nearly 3 AM, and no one's on the road. "It's one of the only places still open," you laugh. He sighs. "But Taco Bell is barely food, let alone Mexican food." You purse your lips together, trying not to laugh through this whole conversation. "OK, well the only things around here that are still open are Taco Bell, White Castle---" Yoongi interrupts you with another long, dissatisfied groan. "IHOP---" "They don't have a drive-thru!" Yoongi complains. The light turns yellow again, and you can't help but chuckle at Yoongi's melancholy frown. "What if we start with what you want to eat?" you ask. "What are you in the mood for?" He shrugs. "I dunno. Jalapeno poppers?" You brighten and smile to balance out that frown. "Jack in the Box is still open, too," you suggest. Yoongi beams at you. "Perfect." He lightly takes his foot of the brake, but you gasp. "Yoongi!" He looks up and sees that the light has turned red again. "Ugh, really???" he whines again, making you cackle.
Q: Begs to go to that one specific place? A: Jungkook
"What's the place? What's that with the burgers?" he asks, bouncing up and down in the passenger seat, both hands balled into excited fists, tongue tip sticking out of the corner. "That barely narrows it down," you chuckle, as you drive. "Uh, they also do those big milkshakes?" he tries. "We really should have figured this out before getting in the car," you laugh, watching him stare at each car that passes you by. "They do paper bags?" he asks, "Y'know, with those lines?" Now you're getting somewhere. "Lines," you say, thinking. "What color are they?" "I dunno. Pink? Or orange?" Your head snaps up. Orange. "Whataburger?" you ask. Jungkook's eyes widen, and he nods fervidly. "Yeah! What's That Burger!" he tries, making you snort. "A burger and a strawberry shake, right?" you ask, and he nods fervidly again. "Two burgers and shakes coming right up," you say, clicking on your left signal to make a U-turn. "Did we pass it already?" Jungkook asks. You look to your left, and you see that the Whataburger is right next to you, the entrance just on the other side of the median. "Nice!" Jungkook exclaims, leaning over and smooching you. "You always understand me, jagi."
Q: Goes to the Sonic and tries to order something NOT on the menu? A: High Namjoon
"Uhh, OK, I want..." Namjoon hangs out the back left window, words slipping out of him so lazily. You crack up as you remember how badly he wanted to be the one to order, but obviously, not the one to drive. His long arms reach out for the giant, lit window, almost as lit as he is. He clutches the metal where the speaker sits. "Do you have steak??" he yells. "No, sir, we don't," the speaker says back, for the eighth time. "Our menu choices are just above you. You can refer to that menu when placing your order." Namjoon's red eyes look back up at the menu. "Right. Right. Man, you have so many drinks." You guffaw. "It's kind of what we're known for, sir?" the speaker responds. "OK, uhhhh... wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute, uh, can I get..." He hums. "A PATTY MELT?" he screams suddenly, earning a giddy squeak from you, and a squeal of feedback from the speaker. "No, sir, please refer to the menu above you." Not wanting to run out of patience, and not wanting to get spit in your food, you roll down your window and take over. "We'll have two All-American dogs and two extra long cheesy tots, please," you answer. "Yessss!" Namjoon exclaims happily. "That's exactly what I wanted!" The person taking your order sighs with relief. After sharing your total, they quip, "Be right out." You roll up both windows for the wait, as Namjoon asks excitedly, "You think they'll bring the skates?" You smile at him in the rearview mirror. "Want me to ask?" He shakes his head. "No. I think they're mad at me." You turn around and smile at him. "Tell you what. When we get home, let's scarf these hot dogs down..." And then you eye him. "And then I'll scarf your hot dog down?" Namjoon's eyes widen. "Deal!"
Q: Would have sex with you, in the drive thru? (Orrrrr maybe just fondle and fool around with you. Regardless of time of day OR crowd?) A: Jimin
High Namjoon is too hungry, but he'll take you up on that hot dog/hot hog offer and return the favor later. Jungkook's hands are already dipping his fries in his open milkshake by the time you pull away, but his hands will be in a different box soon. Yoongi still won't be able to decide if he wants to eat you or the meal first when you get home. Taehyung wants to finish that Blizzard, saving somce ice cream to play with (with you). Jin hates car sex, way too cramped for all the crazy things he always wants to do to you. And Hobi just thinks things have their utility and place; cars are for riding and driving, and beds are best for fucking, and he wants to get you back safely so that you both can do that the minute you're home.
But Jimin.
Jimin, so eerily quiet on the drive up. Jimin, so focused on the way you place your order, lips moving around the words you say. Jimin, so naughty, and yet so, so nice. As nice as the fingers that are crawling up your thigh as you pull up to the window. "Jiminie," you coo, shooting him a warning look as you move up in line. "What?" he asks, feigning innocence. Just as quick as he undid his seatbelt, he undoes your fly somehow, and his hands slip into your flesh. "Jimin!" you gasp. Before you know it, you hear the click of the parking brake, and your seat is all the way back. Jimin is writhing on top of you, cock wet and hard from touching himself on the ride over here, and watching you in your everyday glory, so naturally sexy in the way you do things, from keying on the ignition to rolling down your window just so. He slams into you, car rocking on its axles, your whimpers floating outside. You barely hear -- and care -- when the overworked attendant shakes your order at you and knocks on the half-opened glass of your window, bellowing, "Sir! Ma'am! This is a Wendy's!!"
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