The car hummed softly through the fog-covered road, tires crunching over gravel and broken twigs. The air inside was warm and quiet, everyone half-asleep after the long day.
Jai shifted in his seat suddenly, a look of discomfort flashing across his face. Something felt off—squishy, sticky, and cold under him. It clung unpleasantly to his skin, and every small movement made it worse. His brows furrowed as he tried to adjust himself discreetly, but the feeling only spread further down his thighs. He bit the inside of his cheek and glanced out the window to hide the growing panic.
"Can we stop for a bathroom break, please?" he asked quietly, his voice trembling with embarrassment.
Shao, sitting beside him, immediately leaned forward, taking Jai's hand gently. "Is something wrong?" His tone carried soft concern, but his eyes searched Jai's face for any sign of pain.
Jai quickly shook his head. "No… just want to clean myself up," he murmured, forcing a small smile to reassure him.
