𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦

03

Silence.

You both sit there in complete silence - save for the consistent buzzing of the radio - as you get farther out of the city, and of your acrylic nails tapping against the steering wheel.

With not much option, you suffer internally for what seems like aeons while Namjoon relaxes into his seat after discarding his vest above the headrest.

This exact moment reminds you of the times you've had to drive him home whenever he got drunk with his friends from college, the only difference is that he'd fill your ears with white noise and make you slightly giddy as if you had taken a shot with him.

Your eyebrows contract like thunder, and he thinks about what's gotten you so stressed back in his parking lot a few minutes ago. When he catches sight of your tensed shoulders and the tight grip you have around the steering wheel, he ought to ask. "Y/N, what's the matter with you?"

You almost shudder at his voice, suddenly feeling a chill run down your spine. Not to mention the uncomfortable feeling down your feet, trapped in black Stilettos. You wish you could take them off and throw them out the window. You aren't used to driving with heels but you don't really have much of a choice when you're driving your Boss.

"Everything is good, Sir." You answer him, not removing your focus away from the road and you feel his stare on the side of your face as he egged further.

"Am I making you nervous?"

Yes.

"No, Sir."

"But why can't you look at me?"

"I'm driving."

"It doesn't take five seconds to look at me."

With that, you finally snap your head towards him, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. You're confused about his behavior since this morning the second you walked inside his office. "Is this okay?" You gulp, hoping your tone didn't come out as disrespectful.

"Miss Park, I want you to look me in the eyes when you're talking to me." He demands, eyes narrowed and jaw slightly clenched.

You take your bottom lip in between your teeth to prevent saying something you'll regret. You've never thought about pissing him off under any circumstances, let alone when you're about to resign from the Company.

"I-I... Yes, Sir," You stumble over your words, and when you bring your eyes back in front of you, a car suddenly passes you from your right at a low speed.

"Ah!"

You swiftly step on the brakes and swerve the vehicle to the side of the road before your vehicle can make contact with the oncoming traffic in the fast lane.

You don't have time to think about yourself or process a word out of your mouth as you snap your head to the man beside you in alarm. "Sir! Are you alright?" You reach for your seatbelt, almost jumping out of your seat to check on him.