It was his first day of driving lessons with Iseul. She arrived at his apartment to pick him up and they drove to an empty parking lot on top of a CVS.
"We can just practice driving up and down, then try parking normally and then parallel parking against the lines," she told him.
Taehyung nervously nodded and gripped the steering wheel. His fingers turned red from the pressure, while his knuckles were developing into a frosty white.
"Hey—"
Once again, her soft voice reached him and his ears yearned to listen to her. His grip on the wheel didn't lessen and his heart didn't stop furiously beating, but he listened to her.
"—it's okay, Taehyung. It's just an empty lot. There's nothing to crash into, no cars you could accidentally drive into, and no people to make fun of you. It's just you and me, alone."
Her pep talk was going great for him until she mentioned the fact that they were alone. His blood pumped even faster and he could feel it rushing to his head. His hands gripped the wheel even tighter, a quiet squeaking sound emitting from it.
Iseul heard it and she stared at the wheel—secretly wondering if her plan was working or not. Sometimes she thought she was a bad person, but that was usually what being a dom in a relationship was about.
She placed her hand on his thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry. Did I accidentally say something that made you nervous?"
"No," he quickly replied. "That was—uh—a great pep talk."
She withdrew her hand and smiled to herself in content. "I'm glad it was. Now, let's get started with simply driving all around the perimeter—of course, taking into consideration, the lines that are already set up for the parking spaces."
Taehyung wasn't that nervous about driving again. He was a decent driver, but curbs always fucked him up. He was more nervous about being alone with her.
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