Not my type

'like spring'

her response steady despite the unease creeping over her. "Sorry, we're closed," she stated firmly.

Ignoring her words, the man leaned in closer with a sinister grin. "Ok, so how about I eat human Kimbap instead?" he insisted, his breath heavy with alcohol.

Aerin's hand instinctively reached for her clipboard, prepared to defend herself. But before she could react, the man deftly dodged her swing, mocking her attempt. "Wow, nice shot, pretty young lady," he sneered, grabbing her arm as she tried to pull away.

Just as Aerin's panic threatened to overwhelm her, another figure emerged from the shadows, tall and imposing, radiating authority. "What's going on?" the newcomer demanded, his voice commanding attention.

The creepy man took a few steps back, a hint of nervousness in his demeanor. "Is he your boyfriend?" he stammered as Aerin nodded hastily, confirming the unspoken assumption, leaving both men momentarily stunned.

"Oh, okay, sorry for the disturbance. Take your girl," the creepy man muttered, hastily retreating from the scene.

Turning to Aerin, the newcomer thrust a handful of papers toward her. "Here, take this," he muttered, his eyes darting nervously. "Jin told me to send you this."

Aerin accepted the papers, her confusion evident as she glanced up at the newcomer. "But who are you?"

"I am Kim Namjoon, Jin's cousin," he explained with a dimpled smile.

"Oh... Hi, I'm Aerin," she replied, returning the smile.

"I know," he stated cryptically.

Aerin's curiosity occur "But how?"

"Jin told me to drop you home safely."

Declining his offer, Aerin hesitated, "No, thanks. I can go by myself; my house isn't far."

"It's my responsibility now. Come, sit back," Namjoon insisted, gesturing for her to follow him.

Grateful for his intervention, Aerin complied, turning off the lights and locking the door behind her.

"Thank you," she whispered slowly

"Anytime," he replied, his tone reassuring.

During the ride, Aerin broke the silence hesitantly. "Well, are you an athlete?"

Namjoon chuckled at her question. "No, why do you think so?"

"Just a guess. So, what do you do?"

"I'm a designer."

"Really? Me too!" Aerin exclaimed before catching herself. "I mean, I'm also in designing."

"That's great. I'm an art and illustration graphic designer."

"And I am into fashion designing."

"I knew it from your fashion sense." He stated

Impressed, Aerin couldn't help but, feeling her cheeks burning.

"Thanks," she responded with a smile, smoothly steering the conversation.

Aerin recognized the familiar street and hesitated. "Well, you know my address."

"Yes, I do," Namjoon confirmed, turning the wheel with precision and stopping the car in front of her house.

As Aerin prepared to leave, she couldn't resist a playful remark. "I can go from here."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. "Uhm, what?"

"Nothing, just kidding. So, my house... bye bye," Aerin said quickly, exiting the car and heading toward her home.