“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Kihyun questions, a teasing smile playing across his lips. Hoseok blubbers in the passenger seat, pouting a bit.

“I mean what I said!” he fires back. He clearly hasn’t caught onto the fact that his husband is, in fact, joking. But, Kihyun won’t illuminate him… just yet. Even after all these years of having known each other, it’s still so much fun to tease the older into a state of blubbering defiance.

“Honestly, hyung,” Kihyun feigns a sigh. “We’re this close to figuring out where we want to adopt from, and you don’t even have any names picked out or anything.”

“I’m th-thorry, Kihyunnie,” Hoseok stutters out, turning to face his husband fully. “I swear, I’ll be better once we have him, I…” he pauses, recognizing Kihyun’s teasing smirk. He purses his own lips, glancing back out window with a huff. Kihyun chuckles breathily, turning to comfort his husband.

If it were a second later, he’d have seen the truck veering into their lane. Maybe then he’d have been able to avoid it somehow. Maybe he’d have been able to honk his horn, and then maybe that would’ve notified the driver and stopped it all from happening. Maybe he’d even be able to slam on the breaks hard enough to avoid the collision altogether.

It’s that hypothetical that’ll haunt Kihyun for the rest of his life.