The drive had been long, hours of highway and stretches of silence broken only by the hum of the car. Mimi leaned her head against the window, her soft hair spilling over her shoulder, while Yoongi’s hands gripped the wheel tightly. He stole glances at her whenever he could—her legs crossed in that short dress, her lips pink and tempting.

He was already wound tight from being this close to her for so long, but by afternoon, the trip took a turn.