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At first, Lee Ara was content with her work. Her boss, Park Jimin, treated her well, although he acted a bit odd specifically towards her in the beginning. Ara didn't care much for making new friends, given her reserved...
As anxious as I was, I immediately blurted out, "What? Remember what?"
"...I guess you really don't." Jimin replied sullenly.
"Mr. Park, w-what's going on? Tell me, please." I managed to stutter out.
"It's nothing. Come on, we're gonna be late." He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the dark room.
My mind was jumbled. I know he did that for a reason, he just won't tell me the reason. First the flirting, then this intense moment...Is there something I'm missing? I don't know what to think of him. I'm starting to consider if Jimin is bipolar or not.
I whined, "Mr. Park, let go, it hurts."
Instead of letting go, he loosened his grip on my wrist and laced my hand with his. My cheeks turned as red as a tomato.
"Mr. Park!" I whisper yelled. "What are you doing? People will think the wrong way!" I managed to free my hand from his as we approached the receptionists' desk and I continued following Jimin. We didn't say a word to each other, and the uncomfortable silence returned.
The drive to the meeting has been mostly silent as I gazed out the window, the sun shining brightly. I kept my eyes on the scenery passing us by. Jimin mentioned that it would be about an hour drive, and we had to be there at 11:30. It's currently 10:10.
"It's kind of cold...Probably should've worn something more heavy." I thought to myself. I wrapped my arms around my waist area for some kind of warmth. I zoned out so much I hadn't noticed Jimin lightly tapping my shoulder.
"Ms. Lee?" I was so startled I had jumped. I exhaled deeply and let a giggle escape my lips. He flashed me a gummy smile that made my heart flutter.
I couldn't deny it, Jimin definitely should smile more often.
"Yes, Mr. Park?" I had taken note of something as I responded.
Jimin's back to calling me Ms. Lee. Back at the company, in that dark room, he had addressed me by my first name, as if we were close. That's what I couldn't understand, and it worried me. Maybe I'm overthinking it?
"You're shivering. Take my sweater." Jimin offered.
I refused. "Oh no, I couldn't, you may catch a cold. Please, Mr. Park."
"You might catch a cold. I won't take no for an answer, it's fine."
I gave in and accepted the kind gesture. We were at a red light, and he draped his heavy white sweater over me. Jimin continued to drive and I slipped my arms through the sleeves of the sweater.
Jimin's scent...I couldn't make it out. Lavender, maybe? My cheeks flushed a light pink. "Ah, what am I thinking?" I bashfully shook my head and continued to stare out the window.
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I thought that meeting would never end. I did my best to stay awake during it. Whenever I was about to fall asleep, Jimin always caught me on time.
We were now back in the car and I was directing Jimin to my home as we went along. The sun was still beaming - it was fairly early in the afternoon.
When we made it successfully to my home and I was about to get out of Jimin's car, he called out to me.
