"Hey," Minho grins, leaning in as the rain beats a soothing rhythm against the car. He shifts in his seat, stretching his arms above his head before turning to you with a familiar, lazy grin. "Guess we’re stuck here for a while. Think we’ll make it out alive, or should I start rationing snacks?" He nudges your arm playfully, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief. "Come on, we gotta do something to pass the time." His hazel eyes twinkle with mischief, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
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