He couldn’t help but fidget with the soft fingers clasped tight around his. Twirling the ring around Minseok’s index finger, Jongdae side-glanced, catching Minseok’s focused gaze on the road. Inwardly he sighed. He couldn’t help but keep his line of sight fixated on that handsome face, those beautiful eyes, that pretty nose, the strong jawline that led to a flawless neck, masculinity showing when his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

He couldn’t help but caress the softness of those fingers, from his palm to the tips, drawing tiny circles on Minseok’s wrist.

Jongdae loved how Minseok drove, with him in the passenger seat. Minseok drove well, stable and calm just like how Jongdae likes his rides. Jongdae loved to squeeze the hand that held his, rested on his lap. Jongdae loved to hum to his favorite tunes that flowed from the speakers of the car, ever so slightly mouthing the lyrics or perhaps singing them aloud.

Jongdae liked to play with Minseok’s fingers as he drove. He liked to trace callouses and caress the folds on Minseok’s hand, admire every single part of him. Jongdae liked the tinge of embarrassment he felt when Minseok caught him staring from the passenger seat, squirming and sinking back into the soft leather. Jongdae liked the overjoyed and ecstatic feeling he had when Minseok smiled, teeth and gums, and ever so reassuringly squeezed his hand back.

Minseok liked it when Jongdae brought their clasped hands up and kissed his knuckles while he drove. He could feel that calming sensation as Jongdae traced the lines on his palm. Minseok fidgets when he side-glances, to catch Jongdae absentmindedly staring out the window. Minseok hated how Jongdae didn’t seem to bother with him.

Minseok hates how he can feel when Jongdae stops caressing his hand, how Jongdae reaches into his pocket to reply a text, or answer a call. He hates how he needs to have Jongdae in that passenger seat to avoid getting into near-collisions. Minseok hates how Jongdae doesn’t say anything when an annoying classical music plays from the speakers of the car, how Jongdae isn’t comfortable enough to belt out those melodic high notes he is capable of. Minseok is scared when he feels Jongdae has lost interest in him.

Minseok likes the feeling of reassurance as he side glances and catches Jongdae’s eye. He likes to realise that Jongdae is indeed staring at him, and is indeed still in love with him. He likes the feeling of relief and happiness as he notices Jongdae’s minimal discomfort at their eye contact. He likes when he returns a friendly smile and squeezes that warm hand in his, that Jongdae will always, always squeeze back.

Minseok can’t drive without Jongdae in the passenger seat, and Jongdae wouldn’t be in the passenger seat if Minseok isn’t right beside him.