A Diary to Mingyu

"Do I have to drive the car?" I muttered under my breath, stealing a glance in the rearview mirror. Sid and Kirti were curled up together in the backseat, their heads closed, lost in a world of stolen glances and whispered laughter. It was like the world outside the car didn't even exist. Could they keep it down for a second?
Three years. Three whole years since my last relationship, and watching them did not exactly help. Each quiet laugh, each lingering look felt like salt on a wound I tried to convince myself was long healed. But deep down, there was that quiet ache, creeping up each time I glanced in the mirror, just begging me to admit I missed it.
"Maybe I should start charging for these chauffeur services," I half-joked, hoping they could not hear the bite behind my words. But they were far too absorbed in each other to notice, oblivious to the growing tension building up in my chest.
Then came the unmistakable sound of kisses. Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah. I froze, my eyes darting back to catch them, only to find them locked in an increasingly heated kiss, hands slipping under each other's shirts, their fingers tracing hidden curves. They leaned into each other like they were inches away from losing control, just a breath away from forgetting they were not alone.
"Zzzzz" the zip is down. A slow movement can be seen. As it opens, it reveals a glimpse of something I shouldn't have seen. Her fingers receive sensory feedback from his shaft. And the movement from gentle became aggressive yet graceful. The lips bites were pleasant to see. The atmosphere feels serene, each moment elongated, as if time has paused to emphasize this intimate action.
I cleared my throat-loudly this time, hoping they'd get the hint. But it only made them laugh, sharing a look that felt like it was all their own, right before they dove back in, closer than ever.
"Here we come," I mumbled, half in relief, half in frustration. I finally snapped, "Can you guys please stop doing that?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "We need to hurry! We're this close to flight time, and I'd rather not miss it because of a backseat rom-com!"
They broke apart, laughter still lighting up their eyes as they looked at each other knowingly. "Oh, come on," one of them teased. "You know you secretly love it."
"Love it?" I scoffed, glancing at them in the mirror, my tone playfully exasperated. "Maybe after we catch this flight."
Finally, we reached the airport, and Sid made a show of hopping out and unloading our bags from the trunk. "Alright, Mr. Romeo," I said with a smirk, nudging him gently. "You can let us go now."
He gave her one last, lingering kiss, holding her as if he was reluctantly letting her go. I felt a pang of envy watching them, but I turned it into a smirk, waving him off with a flick of my hand. "Fine, fine, I'm leaving," he called, giving a dramatic wave as he walked back to the car. Kirti giggled, cheeks flushed, still in a dreamy daze.
"Ready?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned to me, still glowing with the aftereffects of the goodbye. We grabbed our bags, and with one last look back, walked toward the airport, excitement bubbling between us, ready for the adventure waiting on the other side.