𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦

33

"Hey, Joon. Sorry for leaving the house without waking you up this morning, I figured you needed the extra sleep since you got home late last night." You mumble into the phone held against your cheek as you clutch your bag and folders under your arms.

The little sticky note you left on his side of the nightstand this morning reminding him of the event, might've been left unseen because he didn't ask you about it. Or maybe he just doesn't care if you want to go out and have fun with your friends and previous coworkers.

Today was a Friday and it was the right timing because your bosses let you go home early after going over another case about actions in tort. The smile on your lips when you reach your sweet ride parked in front of the building, reaches your eyes.

The sleek white finish of the Porsche 911 gleams beneath the already setting sun, making it all steal the gazes of passersby. Though it's not rare to see foreign cars around the city, there are still curious youngsters wanting to see.

Namjoon had insisted you drive this one out of the three sports cars from now on because he thinks it suits you more than the one he gifted you a long time ago. Honestly, you hadn't attempted to bring up an argument about it since you know that once his mind is set on something, it'll stay that way for a while.

You would have been okay with the other one because it still functioned well and you were comfortable in it.

This one, though... Just looking at it makes your stomach churn. The city is packed with people and cars and narrow alleyways, getting a bit of scratch would be a nightmare.

Sighing into the phone one last time, you get in the car and toss your things in the passenger seat.

How are you always late when it comes to personal schedules?

"Sorry I didn't tell you last night. I got off work early today and I'm on my way home, then I'll be joining the get-together Hana put up for me. So don't wait up for me!"

Started by a turning motion, in typical Porsche fashion, to the left of the steering wheel, you ignite the engine to life and it rumbles under your feet. The doors lock automatically from the sensors and you tilt your head back in satisfaction.

"Okay..." You mumble, again. "I'll see you soon. Let me know when you get this."

After ending the call and placing your phone to the side, you take a moment to appreciate the interior of this beauty.

You can't believe he trusted you with such an expensive play toy. You wouldn't trust yourself either.

You wonder if he ever trusted Mr. Park with this - or at least any of his cars. But then again, you've never seen the old man drive anything other than the Benz.

The smallest reason makes you feel all giggly when you step on the gas and sing along to the radio for the rest of the way.

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The makeup bag is strewn in a way that you know Namjoon will definitely not appreciates because he prefers a clean, empty space, you line your lips expertly with cinnamon and velvet lipstick.

Late night and daily routines for you, have changed ever since you moved in with Namjoon in a way you weren't all prepared for.