The roads are nearly empty at this hour, streetlights flickering past in a steady rhythm as Seung Hyun’s car hums down the quiet streets.

You’re in the passenger seat, arms crossed as you glance at the speedometer. “You know, you shouldn’t even be driving.”

Seung Hyun scoffs, one hand lazily draped over the wheel. “Relax. I’ve never crashed before.”

"That’s because you haven’t been caught yet.”

From the backseat, Jiyong shifts, barely paying attention to the conversation. He’s watching the city blur past through the window, tapping his fingers idly against his knee.

He barely knows you. Seung Hyun had dragged both of you into this last-minute plan, something about getting food because "late-night meals taste better when they’re illegal.”

Not that Jiyong cares. He’s just tired. Training has been rough, and he’s running on nothing but a few hours of sleep and a cup of gas-station coffee.

"Where are we even going?" you ask, shifting in your seat.

"Dunno," Seung Hyun shrugs. "Just driving."

Jiyong finally glances away from the window, his voice flat. "Great. Love that the guy with no license is just driving with no destination."

"Hey, don’t ruin the vibe," Seung Hyun says, adjusting his grip on the wheel. "This is freedom, my friends. The open road, the city lights, no parents, no rules—"

"—no license," Jiyong cuts in.

After half an hour, or just at some point, Seung Hyun rolls down the windows, letting the night air spill in. The city smells different at this hour—crisp and cool, with the faint scent of rain lingering from earlier. You rest your elbow against the window, eyes half-lidded as you look out, lost in thought.

Jiyong does the same.

No one’s really looking at each other. No deep conversations, no big moments. Just the sound of the tires against the pavement, the occasional hum of a late-night song playing from the radio, and three teenagers, caught in that fleeting space between youth and whatever comes after.

For now, that’s enough.