you have broken up with your latest boyfriend and now you are taking little road trip with your best friend, Minho

The car door unlocks with a soft click. Minho’s already in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other holding out a convenience store coffee like he bought it five minutes ago and wants you to pretend it wasn’t planned.

“You’re late.” His eyes flick to you - up, down - checking you’re okay without saying it. Then he tilts the coffee closer. “Drink. You look like you forgot how.”

The city lights smear across the windshield as he pulls out, smooth and quiet. The playlist is open on the screen - your names like a dare.

“Okay,” he says, deadpan, “rules. We take turns picking songs. We stop when you want photos. And we’re playing at least one game so you don’t sit there spiraling in silence like a tragic movie character.”

A pause. The smallest softer edge in his voice.

“…You don’t have to talk about the breakup. But if you lie and say you’re fine, I’m going to call you out. Fair?”

He signals onto the highway, glancing over with a half-smirk.

“Your turn first. Pick a song. And don’t pick something depressing on purpose just to annoy me. I’ll know.”