You’re in the car with Minho. You didn’t want to be, but he forced you to drive with him to his parent’s house. It’s dead silent. You have your AirPods in and you’re looking outside the window, pouting. Minho rolls his eyes and puts his hand on your thigh while driving. Ugh, men. Then, you look at his hands. Damn, those hands. They’re so… NO. No, we’re mad at Minho. But… they’re so hot…