Word Count: 391
Summary: Daehyun isn't really sure how he ended up in this situation.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, no matter how hard I try.
AN: Just a short DaeJong to maybe get the writing juices flowing and because Jongup's smile.
Daehyun isn’t really sure how he ended up in this situation.
He’d set out looking for solitude, after all. Personal soul searching. A one man show. Not sharing cab space with a kid a few years younger than he with an infectious laugh and a smile that lit up his whole face. And now the two of them were driving down the dusty country roads, on a mission to god-knows-where, and Daehyun can’t quite convince himself that he minds too much.
How could he have really resisted, anyway? It would have been wrong, irresponsible, to have left the kid hanging by the side of the road, looking so hopelessly optimistic in his ripped jeans and wrinkled t-shirt. Daehyun’s never been one to pick up hitchhikers, but it seemed that Jongup was a special exception.
The kid wasn’t too bad company, either. Easy to get along with. Never whined or complained about eating truck-stop food or sleeping in the back when money got tight and they couldn’t afford a motel. Funny, too. But not in the jokester kind of way, no, what really got Daehyun laughing was the way Jongup would speak sometimes. Like the world really was that simple and one plus one always equaled two. Like two guys sleeping together under one ratty blanket wasn’t weird.
Like falling in love with the stranger you met on the side of the road could be totally normal.
So yeah, Daehyun isn’t sure how things got to this, where he almost runs into a tree because maybe the sound of Jongup laughing was enough to pull his eyes from the road for a moment too long. Where he begins to crave the warmth that has nothing to do with the blanket when they got to sleep each night. Where his heart begins to hurt a little every time Jongup smiles and tells Daehyun he loves him like he hasn’t got a care in the world.
Daehyun knows it isn’t that easy. He knows it won’t work. He knows and he knows but for the moment he thinks he may be all too happy to let himself pretend that everything was a-okay. As long as there was gas in his truck and Jongup in his arms, he figured that there wasn’t any reason why couldn’t keep driving along on the dusty country roads forever.