Yu's gaze stayed glued to the window, every nerve in his hand screaming at the interlaced grip Theo had trapped him in. He didn't dare yank too hard, not with Joy in the backseat watching with wide, glittering eyes like she'd just been given front-row seats to a K-drama.
So, quietly, he tried other tactics.
With his free hand, he flicked at Theo's knuckles. Nothing. Theo's grip only tightened.
He tried again, this time pinching lightly at the side of Theo's hand—enough to sting, but not enough to truly hurt. Still nothing. If anything, Theo's smirk deepened, his thumb brushing lazy circles against the back of Yu's hand as though savoring his fidgeting.
Yu grit his teeth, his ears pinking with embarrassment. He didn't want this—especially not with Joy's sparkling gaze boring into him.
Finally, mercifully, Theo unlocked their fingers. Yu exhaled a breath of relief.
It lasted two seconds.
Because Theo's hand slid down, deliberate and slow, until it rested firmly on Yu's thigh.
