torn • jb & yg

t h i r t y t h r e e

I looked at myself in the mirror for a while. Is this okay for me to wear?

I heard some knocks on my door, I grabbed my beanie and walked to the door, I opened I saw JB smiling at me. "Good morning." He said.

"Hey, good morning ... Please, come inside." I said stepping aside to let him in, he came inside looking around carefully.

"I just need to get a few things." I grabbed my backpack and checked myself again in the mirror. I was wearing a loose floral dress with a beige cardigan, ankle boots and a beanie. I returned to the living room and found JB standing in the middle of the living room looking at Yugyeom's box with things.

I swallowed hard and walked towards him. "I am ready." I said but he still had his eyes fixed on the box. I walked and grabbed the box and threw it inside the wardrobe coats. He jumped and looked at me.

"I am ready. We can go now. "I said.

"Right. Let's go. "I nodded and did his way outside my apartment. I followed him outside the building. I thought we were lucky enough to be seen by anyone since it was really early in the morning. If we had bumped into Yugyeom or even another GOT7 member it would have been awkward and hard to explain.

There was a car waiting outside the parking lot, I followed him. He took the keys out of his pockets and opened the doors. "Get in." He said.

I looked at him in awe. Does he have a car?

I stepped inside the car and closed the door as I turned it on the engine. Soon we were leaving Seoul. I looked back at him, waiting for an explanation of this car of something. He glanced at me and then chuckled.

"What?" I turned his eyes to the road. Seeing JB driving a car was definitely something I never imagined I'd see.

"Since when do you drive?" I asked still in tension in my seat. I mean... He's just one year older than me, is he a good driver? Am I going to be safe with him?

"Since I was 17 but I got my official permission at 21." He glanced back at me, maybe to check my expression to which apparently was funny because he laughed again.

"Are you a good driver?" I asked relaxing a bit more now that I know he possesses a driver's license. He nodded.

"I've never had an accident. I am pretty quick witted, you know?" He seemed a bit proud of himself. Typical JB.

I remained silent but he chuckled. "Are you nervous of being with me in this car? Or are you nervous of my driving skills?" He asked without looking at me.

Is he serious? Why should I be nervous of being with him in this car?

"Is this car yours?" I asked deciding ignoring his previous question. He grinned.

"It is. I bought it as soon as I got my driver's license but I barely use it since we're always transported by the company's vans. We almost never go by ourselves if it's not with the manager's company." He pronounced the last words as if it made him feel disgusted.

I can imagine him being annoyed by this fact. It must be hard for you being 23 years old, being in the middle of your youth, wanting to go out to parties or just to have a normal relationship with someone, drive your car with your friends or going to long car trips and not being able because you have schedules to do or you can do it but with the manager's company.