The rain came down in sheets, hitting the windshield in rhythm with the bass of The Weeknd’s song playing through the speakers. The black car purred smoothly down the near-empty road, LED lights glowing faintly against the wet asphalt.

You leaned back in the passenger seat, head turned toward the window, watching the lightning crack across the night sky. Jungkook’s hand rested lazily on your thigh, warm and grounding, only leaving when he needed to shift gears — and every now and then, he’d give your thigh a playful squeeze, his lip ring catching the glow of the dashboard lights as he grinned and sang along.

It was perfect. The rain, the music, the way his car smelled faintly of cologne and leather.