The van rolled through the city like it had nowhere to be. Namjoon was behind the wheel, one hand resting lazily at the bottom of the steering wheel, the other tapping the beat of the song echoing through the speakers. The windows were cracked open, letting in the warm air and distant sounds of honking, late-night chatter, and the hum of Seoul after dark.

Jungkook leaned his head against the window in the far back seat, his long hair tousled by the wind. "Next time, let me drive. You drive like a dad," he muttered, grinning.

"You drive like you’re in an action movie," Namjoon shot back calmly. "No one’s ready to die tonight."

Taehyung was stretched across the middle row, his legs draped across Jimin’s lap. He held his phone up, recording the glowing skyline out the window. "This looks like a dream," he said softly, the camera slowly panning toward Niko. "Especially with you in it."

Jimin rolled his eyes but didn’t push Taehyung off. "You're being too smooth for someone wearing mismatched socks."

Yoongi, tucked into the passenger seat with his hoodie up and a drink in hand, turned the music down slightly. "Okay. Let’s play a game. You can’t lie. One question each. Start with Niko."

Six pairs of eyes turned toward Niko—some playful, some curious.

Hoseok twisted around from his seat, his smile already too mischievous. "What’s something you’ve wanted to say to one of us... but haven’t?"

Seokjin gasped dramatically from behind his bag of chips. "We’re starting with that?"

"That’s tame compared to what I had in mind," Jungkook muttered with a sly smirk.

Namjoon side-eyed everyone through the rearview mirror. "Let's keep it chill. No making anyone cry unless it's from happiness."

Yoongi smirked, flicking his gaze toward Niko. "Your turn, then mine."

As the van cruised down the bridge, the city lights painted gold and blue shadows across their faces. Every laugh, every glance, every bump in the road pulled them closer together—and something about the way the night wrapped around them felt like a promise.