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DRABBLE MARATHON #16:

KIM MINGYU + public transportation

You found you actually quite liked the evening bus ride home.

It used to be a tedious journey – nearly an hour in a tight space with strangers just to get home after a long day. But, like always, Mingyu made everything better.

Seated at the back of the bus, you leaned your cheek against his shoulder and looked out the window. It was already dark outside, only some street lights illuminating the way. One of Mingyu’s arms was wrapped around you, keeping you safe from the bus driver’s criminally unstable driving style, while he scrolled through social media with his other hand.

“Babe,” he suddenly started and you almost jumped at the sound that was now interrupting your blissful rest. 

You replied with a hum and tried to find your comfortable position again after the startle.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” he asked and you groaned, giving up your pursuit of comfort to glare at him.

“Not this again,” you warned him, but he widened his eyes and jutted out his lip and your resolve had nothing on his puppy eyes. You groaned again. “Didn’t you already ask this last week?”

He nodded. “And you never gave me an answer.”

“I didn’t?”

“No,” he told you before putting on a bright smile and asking again, a little louder this time, “so: would you still love me if I was a worm? Yes or no?”

You wanted to melt right though the floor of the bus, away from the questioning and amused stares of your fellow passengers. Mingyu didn’t seem to care though. 

Glaring at him, you silently asked if you really had to answer that. He only smiled wider and nodded. You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine, I’d still love you if you were a worm.”

“I knew it!” And once again all of the eyes seemed to be on you. You tried to shush your boyfriend before he got you kicked out or scolded. But in his overjoyed state, he had no interest in quieting down. Instead, he cheered rather loudly and then cuddled into your side, looking at you with impossibly wide, adoring eyes. “Joshua said you’d say you’d squish me.”

You decided not to comment on it and rested your head against his own.

But Mingyu wasn’t satisfied yet.

“How about if I was a beetle?” 

“A beetle?” you laughed. “Sure, I’d probably love you as a beetle.”

His eyes lit up like Christmas lights – or maybe it was just the reflection of actual Christmas lights shining through the bus window. “What if I was a cockroach?”

“You know how I feel about roaches,” you spoke through a grimace.

His smile morphed into a pout. “Is that a no?”

“It’s a maybe,” you decided to lie to not crush his giant heart.

“What about if I was a rat?”