
Minho wonders if maybe he just picked something and ordered, or if he fell asleep the second he got home. Jisung has been tired lately so it wouldn't really surprise him at all if he walked in to find him knocked out on the couch with the delivery app open. The traffic is getting moved to a detour, Minho realizes, and he cranes his neck to see if he can spot the accident. He can't see much except glass and metal scattered across the empty expanse a few dozen feet ahead, the emergency vehicles are in the way of everything else.All Rights Reserved