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As they stepped into the parking lot, the soft hum of city life surrounded them, but y/n felt a bit lost in her thoughts. She rummaged through her bag, her fingers fumbling for her car keys.

"Wait, where did I park again?" she mumbled, glancing around the sea of vehicles. The more she searched, the more flustered she became, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Choso stood a few paces behind her, arms crossed, watching her with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. He couldn't help but recall their earlier conversation, the moment she'd casually admitted she didn't have a driver's license and had been driving all that time. The thought of her behind the wheel, completely unaware of the risks she was taking, made his irritation bubble over.

"You're kidding, right?" he said, his voice laced with incredulity. "You don't even know where you parked?"

Y/n turned to him, her brow furrowing. "I thought it was right here... it should be," she replied, biting her lip. She glanced around again, clearly stressed. "It's just been a long day, okay?"

Choso rolled his eyes. "A long day doesn't excuse recklessness. You shouldn't even be driving without a license."

She huffed in frustration, a small spark igniting in her. "I didn't plan for your car to break down! And I managed just fine, didn't I?" Y/n shot back, a mix of defiance and embarrassment flooding her cheeks.

"Yeah, until you admitted you had no license," Choso countered, his tone flat. "What if something had happened? You're lucky it was just a drive back from work."

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. She didn't want to argue, but the way he seemed to loom over her with judgment made her feel defensive. "I get that you're worried, but I can handle myself. I just... I just need to remember where I parked."

Choso's annoyance flickered between concern and frustration. He stepped closer, scanning the parking lot as if it would somehow reveal her car. "This isn't a game, y/n. It's not just about you anymore. You're working here, and I can't have you putting yourself in danger."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and y/n felt a mix of emotions, frustration at his overprotectiveness, but also a strange sense of appreciation that he cared. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm not a child," she said, her voice softening.

He glanced at her, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw a hint of something in his eyes, maybe a desire to protect her, despite his gruff demeanor. But it disappeared just as quickly, and he turned his focus back to the lot.

"Just find your car," he said tersely, shaking his head. "You shouldn't have to ask where it is."

Y/n sighed, feeling the tension settle between them again. She resumed her search, finally spotting her car a few rows down. "There it is!" she exclaimed, relief washing over her. "See? All good."

Choso followed her gaze, his annoyance still simmering. "Next time, try not to lose it."

Y/n turned to him, a small smile breaking through her earlier frustration. "I'll do my best, Choso. But I can't promise I won't have my moments."

"Moments," he muttered under his breath, still feeling the weight of his worry. "That's a lot of moments."

As they walked towards her car, y/n felt a mixture of gratitude and irritation for Choso. He might be strict and unyielding, but there was something about his protectiveness that intrigued her. Maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to break through his walls.

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