It wasn’t supposed to be a date. Just snacks. Just driving around because Jisung said, “driving around sounds fun,” and Minho had agreed before thinking too hard about it.

Now he was sitting stiff in the driver’s seat of his mom’s dented sedan, pretending like the empty bag of sour worms in the cupholder was the most interesting thing in the universe.

Jisung was leaned back in the passenger seat, seeming a little shy but trying to be comfortable, humming tunelessly with a lollipop in his mouth like he wasn’t currently derailing Minho’s entire emotional structure.

“I like your shampoo,” Jisung said suddenly.

Minho turned, startled. “Huh?”

“You smell good,” Jisung shrugged, mumbling softly. “Kinda like… clean laundry. Or, like, a boy who folds his towels in thirds.”

Minho flushed and immediately looked down.

Which is when Jisung blinked, noticing something, not wanting to embarrass Minho but-

“Your fly..is unzipped..” there it is.

Minho nearly choked on his soul.

“I—what—?!”