Internal Affairs | Lee Haechan

Sweet ride

The work day quickly came to an end and Jia was more than tired, having to finish up the workload she had trusted Haechan with as well after he skipped home early.

Her heels clicked against the concrete as she headed towards her car that was parked in its usual spot in the basement of the company. Although her eyes were fighting to stay open, they caught a figure, casually dressed in jeans and a hoodie, leaning against her car.

"Haechan?"'she called out in surprise as he turned to face her, his ears now accustomed to the sound of her heels.

"You got off work later than I expected" he said, twirling his own bike keys on his index finger

"You don't say" She said rolling her eyes

"Someone had to finish the work you skipped out on" She said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest, confused as to why he went home to change and drove all the way back to work

"Well, once you see what I have in store you'll take that back" he said, but before Jia could question him, he changed topics.

"I see you got the scratches out of the Tesla" he said, with a little smirk

"Yeah it cost a fortu- That was you?!" Jia shouted as she felt her blood pressure rise up, seeing the smirk on his face but he was quick to stand up straight and put his arms out in defence

"Woah hold on, it scratched my baby just as bad" He said, pointing to his slick black motorcycle that was parked in the space next to her car

"Sweet ride, why don't you hop on it and go home before I strangle you" she said, smiling sarcastically, walking towards her car's driver side only to be stopped by Haechan who stepped infront of her and placed both hands on her arms

"How about we both head to mine for dinner and then you can strangle me, with the added bonus of us making out again?" Haechan offered and she scoffed

"Wow, how could I pass that offer up?" She asked sarcastically and he rolled his wyes

"Alright Chandler Bing, ease up on the sarcasm there. I'm offering you a ride, dinner and amazing sex" he said, as if it was obvious that no one should pass up on this offer

"See all of a sudden I'm scared you're secretly a sociopath so...no" she said, trying to push past him.

"Okay well you just made a sociopath your assistant, so...dinner?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and she sighed, looking at her car. She was way too tired to drive and the thought of going home only to watch netflix and eat instant noodles wasn't as inviting as a dinner hosted by Haechan.

"Alright" she said, giving in with a small smile which clearly surprised Haechan as well.

"On your bike?" She asked, as he walked over to grab the spare helmet and he scoffed at her question

"No babe we'll take the private jet" he said sarcastically before throwing the helmet to her. He started his bike, the sound of the engine roaring making her get nervous. But she couldn't help but feel somewhat excited, seeing him rev his engine up was an action that sparked all sorts of feelings in her stomach.

"Here, let me" Haechan said, noticing how she was fidgeting with the helmet but he didn't know it was in attempts to stop gawking at him.

He brought the helmet over her head after she took off the claw clip that held her hair back and she closed her eyes, bracing her face for the abrasion of the helmet. In a matter of seconds, acting before he could think, Haechan quickly brought his lips to hers, pecking them lightly before he pushed the helmet down on her head, catching her off guard.

"Get on" he said, putting his own helmet on and she grabbed his shoulder with one hand to stabilise herself as she hopped on to the back of his bike.

"Ever been on a bike before?" He asked

"N-no...it's not like in the movies is it?" She asked, feeling a little nervous since most bike rides usually ended up in accidents in any movie

"No...but I can make it feel like a movie" Haechan said, trying to flirt smoothly yet he was only met with a tighter grip from her hands as the nerves set in

"I'm just kidding, I'll go slow...something I don't usually do by the way" he said with a smirk and she groaned at his constant flirts and advances

"Okay okay, just hold on tight and try keep your eyes open" he said, taking her arms and wrapping them loosely around his torso but they only seemed to tighten as he revved up his engine to start the bike.

"How far is the drive?" She asked, feeling ill already as he started driving up the ramp of the basement to bring them towards the exit.

"About 20 minutes" he said, voice slightly muffled from the helmet

"Twenty?" She asked herself, wondering if she could even make it that long without begging him to pull over.

But soon enough, after nearly breaking Haechan's rib cage, which he surprisingly didn't complain about, she finally loosened up, feeling the cold breeze flow against her skin and hair as they zoomed past the cars that were stuck in long lines of traffic due to rush hour.

It was the perfect time and season for them to be driving on a freeway, the orange and pink hues of a sunset sky being painted around them as they quickly travelled out of Seoul's business district. It was incredibly serene, and she was certainly jealous that Haechan got to do this every evening.