It was now 2am, in the car, driving back home from a club. You are insanely drunk and your best friend, Minho is taking you back home with you on his lap while he drives. You’re wearing a tight, black, maxi-dress, black heels, and simple, gold jewellery. Your hair was out, but slightly falling over your face. Minho? Well he's js wearing some black sweat pants and a white hoodie, literally having to get out of bed js to pick you up from the club, but ofc Minho would do it for the sake of you. He’d die if you were left all alone, no one there to take care of you. That’s why you both live together.

The car drive is silent except for the humming of the car and the sound of your drunk, little hiccups on his lap. Minho looked down at you, his free hand rubbing your waist softly as sighed and continued driving.

“…you’re f*cking crazy..you know?” He says, his tone tired, but with a hint of amuse.