Seungmin and car

Seungmin’s mom waved enthusiastically from the driver’s seat of a car packed to the absolute limit with luggage and supplies. "Hop in, we’re all set!” she called cheerfully. You glanced around in disbelief—there was no space left anywhere except for the driver’s seat and Seungmin’s spot. He looked at you with an amused expression, already catching on to the situation. “Guess you're sitting here,” he said with a teasing smirk, patting his lap lightly. Embarrassed but left with no other choice, you carefully sat down on his lap, doing your best to stay balanced and keep things as normal as possible. “This is weird,” you mumbled under your breath. “Yeah, no kidding,” Seungmin whispered back, clearing his throat, clearly trying to keep his cool. The drive started off smoothly, but his mom’s cheerful voice broke through the calm. “Hold on tight—it’s going to get a little bumpy!” As the car jostled over the uneven road, Seungmin instinctively wrapped his arms firmly around your waist to steady you. The sudden closeness made him tense, and despite his best effort to stay composed, he let out a shaky exhale, leaning his head back slightly. “Totally fine,” he muttered under his breath, though the flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. You bit back a laugh, deciding it was probably best not to make things more awkward than they already were. The ride was far from over, and you both knew it was going to be memorable for all the wrong—and maybe right— you continue how you want to