“I have a bad feeling about this,” Chanyeol admits. Hunkering in his seat, he looks over either shoulder and even leans forward to try and see through the gloom. Their lamp light barely reaches the horses’ rear ends.

“Well don’t. It’s fine!” Baekhyun smiles into the dark, a tightness around his eyes smoothed by dim light. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Where are we even going?” Chanyeol had assumed they were going to Baekhyun’s home to study or something, maybe go for drinks. They’ve been driving for at least an hour. No one else is out; they’re smartly snug indoors.

“I needed your help with something.”

“Sure, but what? And why at night?”

“You afraid of the dark?”

“Not usually…”

“Just relax. We’ll be in and out and back home again in no time.”