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"Lee Minho," you announced, marching into the practice room with a determined look, hands firmly planted on your hips.
"Yes, love?" he replied with a playful smirk, already anticipating your approach. He sat casually on the floor, surrounded by the other boys, who watched with eager anticipation.
"Who wrote 'Drive'? Was it you or Christopher?" you demanded, narrowing your eyes.
Lee Know glanced at Chan, who was suddenly very interested in inspecting the ceiling. "It was Lee Know!" Chan quickly blurted out, eager to deflect any blame.
Lee Know just grinned, unfazed. He stood up and sauntered towards you, his eyes glinting with mischief. "What? Don't you like it?" he teased, his voice low as he gently pulled you closer by your waist.
Your face warmed under his touch, but you held your ground. "Oh, I like it very much," you admitted, raising an eyebrow. "But I want to hear it from you—what exactly is this song about?"
Lee Know leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "It's definitely about driving."
"Driving, huh? So you're telling me the line 'In the course we'll be driving so rough' is about... driving?" you challenged, trying to maintain a serious expression as his lips brushed against your neck.
"Absolutely. It's all about... driving," he murmured, his voice laced with mock innocence. The boys couldn't hold back their laughter any longer, filling the room with their amusement.
"Look at her blush!" Jisung cackled, nearly doubling over.
"You look like a tomato," Changbin added, grinning widely.
Hyunjin was practically rolling on the floor, his laughter echoing through the room. "One spicy song and she's all flustered!"
Minho chuckled, his chest vibrating against yours as he pulled back to look into your eyes. "Give her a break, guys," he said, his tone affectionate yet amused. "Come on, Y/N. I'll drive you home."
You playfully smacked his shoulder as he led you out of the room, your heart still pounding. "You're unbelievable! What will Stay think of you?" you huffed, half-joking, half-serious.
Minho opened the car door for you with a flourish when you reached the underground car park. You slid in, shaking your head at the boys' antics, but secretly, your mind was still racing with thoughts of Minho's words.
As Minho settled into the driver's seat, he flashed a sly grin. "Channie Hyung told them it's about driving," he said, buckling his seatbelt.
"Sure it is. And 'Red Lights' is about traffic lights, right? You guys take traffic safety very seriously," you retorted, rolling your eyes.
Minho leaned in, unbuckling his seatbelt again to close the distance between you. His voice dropped to a whisper, "Okay, fine. Maybe I thought about you while writing it. And maybe it's not about driving at all."
A shiver ran down your spine as his words sank in. "You're making me crazy," you murmured, your breath catching.
Minho's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But you love it. And besides, I love making you flustered."
You sighed, half-exasperated, half-enamored. "It's definitely going on the sex-playlist," you admitted, your voice softening as you met his gaze.
Without another word, Minho captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The world outside the car seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the heat of the moment. As your lips moved against his, Minho slid his seat back, his hands finding their way to your hips as he gently pulled you onto his lap.
You settled into the position, your skirt bunching up around your thighs, making it easier to move against him. The small space of the car amplified the intimacy, every touch feeling more intense as your bodies pressed together. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, both of you lost in the growing heat between you.
His fingers slid under your shirt, brushing against the bare skin of your waist, sending shivers down your spine. Your own hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rocked against him, feeling the heat build between you.
The urgency of the situation made every movement feel more intense. You could feel the tension building, the anticipation as you moved together, your breath growing ragged with each passing second.
Just as things reached a fever pitch, a loud knock on the car window startled you both. You jumped, and Minho quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he looked over his shoulder. There, standing outside the car, were Changbin and Hyunjin, both of them laughing so hard they could barely stand.
Minho rolled down the window just a crack, his expression serious despite the situation. "You two better get out of here before I put you in the air fryer," he warned, his tone deadly.
Changbin and Hyunjin immediately stopped laughing, scrambling to get away as fast as they could.
Once they were gone, you burst into laughter, the absurdity of the situation hitting you. "Maybe we should get home first," you suggested, still giggling .
But Minho wasn't done. He rolled the window back up, his eyes darkening with renewed desire. "No. I want you right here, right now," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.
Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes, feeling the heat rise between you again. "You're impossible," you whispered, but there was no denying the pull between you. And this time, you weren't going to let anything interrupt what was about to happen.
As the car windows fogged up once again, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you to explore the intensity of the moment, lost in each other until nothing else mattered.
