Wonbin’s always been that kind of person who never sits still. Loud engines, louder music, hair messy from the wind. You met him on a random night, the kind of night that shouldn’t have meant anything, but somehow did. Since then, everything’s been a blur.

He doesn’t do quiet. He doesn’t do love. But with you, it’s different.

Now, it’s past midnight, and the city lights fade in the rearview mirror as his car speeds down the empty road. The windows are down, cold air rushing through, music blasting so loud you can feel it in your chest. His hand is on the wheel, the other resting lazily on your thigh. He looks calm, not cocky, not teasing, just there. But you can tell—he’s only calm when you’re here.

“Baby,” he says, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. He calls you that like it’s second nature. “You okay?”

You nod, watching the lights flash past. “Mhm”

The car slows at a red light. His hand finds your thigh again, thumb brushing slow circles like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. The red glow from the dashboard lights up his face. He glances at you, eyes flicking from your mouth to your eyes like he’s waiting for permission he doesn’t need.