Chan's head rests comfortably on your shoulder, the tips of his silky curls caress and tickle your neck, and you resist the urge to tear your gaze away from the fleeting images from outside the car window to marvel over the snoozing beauty beside you—but another part of you knows that he is far more lovely than any sun-kissed field or dense forests decked with gold and silver.
Minho turns a curb a little too late, and the momentum makes him swear softly as temporary panic buzzes in the car. You open your mouth to reprimand him, but Chan stirs beside you, and he raises his head slightly, eyes still drooping with fatigue.
"'S goin' on?" He mumbles, and you feel his hand dance on your palm. You shake your head and flash a gentle smile.
"It's nothing; go back to sleep, Channie," you say. He stares at you for a moment, the setting sun casting shards of molten light across your face, and it seems like your eyes are webbed with crystals, Chan feels himself getting drawn in. They're so beautiful.
"Alright," he murmurs, pressing his cheek against the fabric of your sweater, the warmth radiating off his hand making you melt, "if you say so,"
The rest of Stray Kids do not utter a single word after this exchange, but a satisfied smirk is etched onto Minho's face as he reels the car to the left, instead of the right where the shortcut lay.
"Hey, what are you doing?" you inquire, gulping as Minho peeks at you from the rearview mirror, his face morphed into an amused expression.
"Taking the scenic route."
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