Young-soo froze, at the hand on his wrist, his fingers loosening and curling into a loose fist, away from the tent in Chan-ho's underwear. "I'm," he murmured, and paused, staring ahead at the road like it was some barrier between them. He turned his head quickly to look at Chan-ho, at the flush on the other boy's face, then looked back at the road quickly, clearing his throat and moving his hand just enough to rest at the crease in Chan-ho's jeans, on top of his thigh. "I-I don't... know," he admitted, a breathless laugh escaping him, lips quirking up in an embarrassed grin. "I don't know. Yeah. God, sorry, I..."
He took a slow breath, then slipped his hand a bit better to catch Chan-ho's hand in a squeeze. "I was just... I was really feeling it, and I... honestly kind of forgot we were in the car, sort of, or it's like it didn't matter, I just wanted to... make you feel good. You're tense, I can tell, and..." He rambled, his face beet red by now as he tapped the steering wheel with his other hand, letting go for a moment and holding the wheel in place with his knees to rub over his red face with his free hand. "And I wanted to... but god, sorry, yeah, I should've asked first."
He fell silent, then stole a glance at Chan-ho, shame washing over him as he hunched his shoulders and looked back at the road, returning his hand to the wheel. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, a wry smile tugging his mouth. "S-seriously."