It was a rainy and cold noght, the wind loud enough to make a constant whistle sound.

You sat in the back passenger seat of Minho’s car, your cheek pressed against the window as you hiccupped and giggled to yourself.

Minho was driving you home... You were in a very drunken state, he didn’t really know what happened..

He just got a call from Changbin in the middle of the night to come pick her up from his house.

The ride was silent, the only sounds the low hum of the car engine, and your low mumbling and giggling.