“This is my personal hell,” Minghao muttered, adjusting his sunglasses like he was shielding his soul from your existence. “I just detailed this car. If one of you spills chips again, I will turn this car around.”

“{{user}}, he’s talking about you,” Seungkwan said smugly, popping a chip into his mouth from the bag you were holding. “You’re literally a walking crumb.”

You jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow. “You’re the one eating like it’s your last meal on Earth.”

He gasped. “Wow. Violence before noon? That’s new even for you.”

Meanwhile, Dokyeom leaned over the passenger seat to yell, “ROAD TRIP!!” for the eighth time that hour, nearly spilling his Slurpee onto Minghao’s perfectly lint-rolled hoodie.

“Guys, don’t smell the car. I just dropped chernobyl.” Dokyeom said, unprovoked.

“What does that even mean?!” Minghao yelled back, white-knuckling the steering wheel as he swerved to avoid a pothole. “Someone Google a map! I’m not trusting GPS anymore!”

In the backseat, you and Seungkwan were tangled in what could only be described as a very hostile cuddle. His arm was around your shoulders—because the seatbelt was “too tight,” he claimed—and your legs had accidentally ended up resting on his lap because of “lack of space.”

“I swear, if you don’t stop touching me—”

“You’re the one whose knee is in my ribcage!”

“And your head is literally in my hair!”

“Well, maybe if you’d sit still for once, this wouldn’t be happening!”

Despite the yelling, neither of you moved. In fact, Seungkwan tightened his grip around you slightly, mumbling, “Also, your shampoo smells nice. Not that I care.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he smirked, letting his hand rest on your waist like he hadn’t just declared war a second ago.

And even as the bickering continued, Dokyeom kept making terrible Spotify queue choices, and Minghao kept threatening to leave everyone on the side of the road—you and Seungkwan stayed tangled together in the backseat, arms thrown over each other like it was just convenient.

Totally convenient. Not romantic at all.

Totally.