Han and car trip

Han’s mother had packed the car to the absolute brim—there was hardly a spare inch of space anywhere. With only two available seats, the driver’s seat and Han’s, you realized that there was no choice but to sit on Han’s lap for the ride. You hesitated, glancing at him nervously, but the cluttered car left you no alternative. Carefully, you perched on his lap, doing your best to stay light as a feather. “Don’t move... please,” Han whispered quietly, his tone both shy and earnest. “I wasn’t planning on it,” you whispered back with a nervous smile. The drive started smoothly, with only the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of passing cars filling the silence. Everything seemed manageable until Han’s mother called back cheerfully, “The road’s about to get a little bumpy—make sure you hold onto each other!” Caught off guard, Han instinctively wrapped his arms gently around your waist, steadying you as the car began to jolt over the uneven road. The car bounced with each bump, making it hard not to move with the shifting motion. You both sat there, wide-eyed, doing your best to stay balanced, faces flushed