They told you you'd have to sit on Bangchan's lap because there wasn't enough room in the car with both families together — his parents and yours had arranged this trip like they always did, and there were no more free seats. So you reluctantly agreed, clenching your fists as you sat on top of him, aware of his height of about 6'6" that made even the backseat feel even tighter. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The first hour was awkward and you sat in the back, away from everyone else. Bangchan kept a serious expression and frowned every time your arm brushed his, trading sarcastic comments now and then about the route or the music they were playing. You were heading to another state when a hidden pothole under a puddle appeared and the car hit it with a jolt that sent you both swinging violently. You felt something hard — way too hard — and at first thought it was his phone, but it wasn't...