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After getting ready and checking the time, I took my stuff and walked downstairs. The air felt cold on my skin and the wind messed up my hair, that I've just straightened. I looked around the street and couldn't see Namjoon anywhere yet. It was already past 7 so I reached for my phone to write him, but as I did so, I heard a car arriving.

I closed my eyes, awaiting what is going to happen. I heard the car's door open and slow steps coming closer to me. My heart raced and I couldn't dare to look at him.

"You look beautiful.", Namjoon softly said.

I raised my head and looked up to him, seeing him smile brightly with his dimples appearing on his face.

"Thanks.", I said and looked away, acting annoyed.

"Let's go."

Namjoon reached out for my hand but I ignored him, walking to his car on my own.

"I never wanted this.", I mumbled while sitting down on the passenger seat.

"You don't have to be here."

Namjoon looked at me with a serious expression on his face, reminding me of that one night.

"You ignored my texts, saying that I don't want to go on a date with you."

He chuckled a bit, leaning his head against the seat.

"Because I know you want me.", he suddenly said, looking me right into my eyes and sending shivers down my back.

"I have a boyfriend now.", I said, looking out of the window.

Namjoon started his car, scaring me with his behavior.

"I don't fucking care."

We drove a while without saying anything to another. The situation made me feel uneasy, but also excited. Namjoon looked over to me a few times and finally said something.

"So... that little guy...", he mumbled.

"Yeah?", I said, laughing a bit.

"He's your boyfriend now?"

I could clearly hear the disappointment in his words, and it somehow felt good making him feel this way.

"Yes, kinda."

He looked at me confused but didn't ask any more questions, so our conversation stopped there.

After driving a bit more, we finally arrived at an unknown place. Namjoon smiled at me and left the car, taking a bag with him and opening my door.

"You want to come with me?", he asked.

I looked at him and had to smile a bit at his big eyes staring at me, begging me to come with him. But then I erased the smile from my face and looked away.

"As I said, I don't want to go on a date with you."

Namjoon rolled his eyes at my stubbornness, sighing loudly.

"It's not a date. It's just two friends hanging out with each other, okay?", his patience started to fade and the angry tone in his voice appeared again.

I just couldn't help myself annoying him more and more, testing out how far I could go.

"We are not friends.", I said calmly but couldn't hide the smirk in my face.

Namjoon suddenly got really close, erasing the smirk in my face and whispering into my ear.

"I said, I don't fucking care."

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