A MAN TO HONOR

chapter eight

Taehyung

Driving down Los Angeles on a Sunday afternoon under the magnificent early summer sunset of California is honestly therapeutic

The landscape is a blessing for the eyes, the palm trees along the streets seem never tired of being the stars of this city

But honestly, what makes this afternoon more charming is the woman sitting by my side in the jaguar

Her short hair fighting gently against the wind playing in them

She's the most beautiful view among everything I just described

I wonder if she isn't tired sometimes of being this mesmerizing?

I should keep my focus on the street, but I can't help but glancing at her every three seconds

I'm also struggling not to look at these long and smooth legs of hers, elegantly crossed right before my eyes

I don't want to sound like a pervert but it's hard to look away when the car is so narrow

This is the first time I wish my Jaguar had more than two seats because I feel the car getting smaller and smaller with every second I spend with her in it

" Are you going to listen to this until we arrive? " She finally asks, mentioning the chill jazz song playing

" You don't like it? " I ask back

" Respectfully... it's boring " she replies too abruptly to be considered  ' respectful '

I nod

" Fine, show me something better " I reply

She leans forward to change the song, I feel my throat tightens at the view of her chest

I clear my throat while looking away, otherwise I might ended up in a car crash

" Much better " she utters after she changes the jazz to something way too noisy for what I used to listen to

" What do you call this genre ? " I ask, curious to know what's the music genre she likes that much to the point of dancing

" Reggaeton! " She replies while moving her body and throwing her hands in the air

Something else than her hands needs to get air and it's actually my nostrils, I can't breathe

The sentence " take my breath away " starts to make too much sense all of a sudden

" Yo sólo la miré y me gustó
Me pegué y la invité: Bailemos, eh
La noche está para un reggaetón lento
De esos que no se bailan hace tiempo
Yo sólo la miré y me gustó
Me pegué y la invité: Bailemos, eh
La noche está para un reggaetón lento
De esos que no se bailan hace tiempo " her voice elevates in the car

She sings along with the radio while moving her body in a way that should be considered a sin

She doesn't look even a bit tired for someone who freshly came out of a race

" That's what normal people listen to on a summer afternoon in California " she shouts between two words of her song lyrics

" I guess so " I reply vaguely

" What? You don't like it? " She says with a frown

" Actually...my problem is not the song " I admit honestly

She stops moving to look at me

" What's the problem then ? "

" You don't have to know "