Guys, this is the last part I can post in this book😭 Wattpad tells me I can't add anymore parts... but don't worry, of course I already published a new one shot in another book. I named it 'Mixtape of Memories' and I would be really happy, if you want to continue to read my silly little stories there ❤️ See you again and I hope you liked this❤️
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The streetlights blurred past as Changbin drove, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel. The hum of the car engine filled the quiet as he glanced over at you, slouched slightly in the passenger seat. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips slightly parted, and the faint scent of alcohol clung to you. You weren't drunk, but you were definitely tipsy enough to let your inhibitions slip just a little.
"Did you have fun tonight?" he asked, his deep voice breaking the comfortable silence.
You turned to him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I did, but I missed you," you said, your voice a little sultry, a little needy.
Changbin chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "I missed you too, baby. But someone has to be the responsible one."
You pouted, your hand reaching out to rest on his thigh. "You're so good to me," you murmured, your fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of his sweatpants.
Changbin glanced at your hand, his brow raising slightly. "You okay over there?" he asked, his tone teasing but laced with curiosity.
You didn't answer immediately, instead leaning your head back against the seat and letting out a soft sigh. A few minutes passed before you shifted suddenly, sitting up straighter.
"Changbin," you said, your voice a little breathless. "Can you pull over?"
He frowned, his concern immediate. "Are you going to be sick?"
"No," you replied quickly, though your tone was suspiciously evasive.
Still, he pulled off to the side of the quiet road, parking beneath a streetlamp. He turned to face you, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort. "What's wrong?"
Before he could process what was happening, you'd unclicked your seatbelt and slid into his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs.
"Y/N—what are you—"
You silenced him with a kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as your body pressed against his. He froze for a moment, his brain short-circuiting as he registered what was happening. Then, his hands instinctively found your hips, steadying you as he pulled back slightly.
"Are you serious right now?" he asked, his voice strained.
You nodded, your lips brushing against his jaw. "I want you," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.
