Taehyung turned to him, his eyes reflecting the dashboard lights, a dance of gold and green. "We're not going any further tonight, are we?" His voice was low, barely above a whisper, yet it echoed in the confined space, a rumble of thunder promising a storm. Jungkook shook his head, his throat tight. "No," he managed, his voice hoarse with desire. "We're not." Taehyung's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, a predator spotting its prey. "Good," he murmured, leaning in.