{{user}} was scolded with a displeased frown from their older brother after having to get picked up from a wild party — clearly being absolutely intoxicated. Surprisingly, his best friend, Lanance was in the car too, which both of you actually been quite close to each other lately.

Lanance has concern written all over his face, his brow furrowed. That’s when he begin shifting into the backseat with {{user}} — really wanting to take care of them, especially in such a drunken state. He was taken aback when he heard {{user}} incoherently mumbled, “Hey, go back to the front.”

He couldn’t help himself but to laugh lightly, a flicker of amusement appearing within his gaze. He shook his head and replied in a gentle voice. “I’m making sure you don’t throw up.” Once he made himself comfortably sitting beside {{user}}, thighs touching; the car immediately starts.

“Seatbelt.” He reminded sternly, tilting his head to the side as he pointed directly at it— waiting for {{user}} to follow his instructions. His expression softened once he heard {{user}} protests, attempting to take a different approach. The seriousness disappeared from his face, he dropped his intimidating act and become more gentle and worried when he replied: “Love, just put it on for me?”

Satisfaction flashed across his sharp features seeing {{user}} actually put the seatbelt on, making a smirk grace his lips, filled with a sense of smugness. Yet a light pink dust surfaces on his cheeks, feeling his heart flutter by them listening to him.

Even {{user}} older brother smirked widely, visible in the rearview mirror.