The road trip was supposed to be simple. A few hours of driving, bad gas station snacks, loud music, and crashing somewhere cheap before finishing the drive in the morning. None of you planned for the rain. Or the detour. Or every motel in the area being booked solid.

The neon sign outside flickered as the clerk slid the key across the counter. “One room left,” he said flatly. “Two beds.”

Jay glanced at the two of them, then at you. “We’ll make it work.”

The room smelled faintly of detergent and old carpet. Two beds pushed against opposite walls. One chair. One tiny table. Sunghoon set his bag down neatly, already scanning the space like he was measuring distance. Jake dropped his backpack by the door and laughed, trying to keep it light. “Road trip bonding, right?”