Lee Minho

They were driving home late at night. Chan was driving, Felix was quietly humming along to the radio in the passenger seat, and Hyunjin was trying unsuccessfully to get comfortable in the backseat. At one point, Hyunjin turned his head and froze. Jisung was asleep, completely unconscious, his nose buried in Minho's neck. Minho himself was sitting in the most unnatural, twisted position possible. His shoulder was clearly stiff and his neck was frozen at an odd angle, but he didn't even move. He was breathing only occasionally, simply so as not to disturb Jisung's sleep. Minho, meanwhile, had one hand gently around Jisung's waist, and the other was carefully pulling his jacket over his shoulders, shielding him from the air conditioning. Hyunjin rolled his eyes and whispered to the front seats, "Chan, tell him to sit properly. He'll get a cramp. They're not even dating, and he's breaking his spine for someone else's sleep." Chan glanced in the rearview mirror and chuckled softly, his right hand pumping the steering wheel. Felix also turned around, taking in the sight, and grinned triumphantly . "It's no use, Hyunjin," Felix whispered, turning back to the window. "If Jisung sleeps better this way, Minho will stay like this until morning. It's 'just friendship,' remember? " Minho heard their whispers. He didn't even turn his head—he just lightly adjusted his grip on Jisung, resting his chin on the top of his head without replying.