Heart Throb// Jikook Playboy-ish

Are you serious?

I listened to the constant clicking and popping as they continued to load my beloved car onto the rack.
My chest still felt heavy with disappointment.

I looked at my phone. 30 minutes late now. In another 20 minutes I might as well look for a new job.

~honk.honk.~

I looked up. Someone actually came to pick me up.
I cautiously approached the car. It's tented windows slightly gave me goosebumps. I opened the car door.

My grip tightened on the handle. Not this guy again! I remembered him from the coffee shop. I grew nervous. "Did Hobi send you?" I questioned.

He stared me down.
"Get in. Unless you wanna get fired from your 9/5." He grinned. I got in, slightly agitated.
"Don't belittle me." I glared.

He quickly grabbed my collar, harshly bringing me towards him.
"Or what?" He whispered. We held eye contact for a while before he shoved me backwards.

I fixed my posture and tried to calm my beating heart. It grew unbelievably silent before he spoke once again.

"Are you always this snappy?" He asked, finally driving. I looked out of the window.
"Are you always this rude?" I questioned.
"Only to people like you." He glanced at me.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I swallowed hard.

"I like you Jimin." He stared at me.
I frowned at his gaze.
"You talk a lot, we almost there?" I sighed. He smirked.

"Unfortunately, I like this look on you." He glanced over at me once again. I grew quiet.
"I like seeing you flustered. It's such a turn on."

I ignored him. He pulled into a parking spot and turned towards me.

"You're here." He jingled the keys. I began collecting my stuff.
"Thanks." I said trying to open the door.
It didn't budge.