You convinced Dooshik to do the trend with you even though he rolled his eyes and muttered something about “you and your silly internet ideas.” But he was smirking the whole time—so you knew he was down.

You're in a cute little outfit he lowkey helped pick. Soft girlie but just a bit of his vibe on you—a necklace he gave you, his jacket hanging off your shoulders, maybe even his cap turned backwards on your head.

🎶 That goofy flirty TikTok audio plays... 🎶

You step left. The car rolls right. You go forward. It backs up. You back up. It creeps toward you. You do that silly little jiggly side-to-side shuffle and THE CAR WHEELS TURN SIDE TO SIDE LIKE THEY’RE WATCHING YOU.

You blow a kiss—

💡 HEADLIGHTS FLASH

You're giggling now, cheeks hot. You sit on the hood, blowing one last kiss to the camera.

And then— THE CAR DOOR SWINGS OPEN.

Out steps Dooshik. Slow. Calm. That little half-smirk on his lips, jaw clenched, hoodie up, rings shining.

He walks over to you with zero hesitation. One hand on your jaw. The other lightly wraps around your throat. Not tight—just possessive. Just “mine.”

He leans in, close to your ear. “You’re trouble,” he whispers, then throws a kiss toward the camera.

Cut. End scene. Millions of likes. Everyone in the comments crying. You? Just smug and in love.