Driving Licence✓

#02

Chapter 2: Heat of the Moment

As Namjoon pulled out of the parking lot, YN couldn't help but notice the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles slightly taut with strength. His biceps flexed subtly beneath the fabric of his shirt, drawing her eyes to the muscular expanse of his arms. She forced herself to focus on the road ahead, pushing aside the unexpected pull she felt toward him.

"How does it feel?" she asked, trying to keep her voice professional.

"It's good, smooth," Namjoon replied, his tone calm but with an underlying intensity. His eyes remained forward, yet YN could sense his awareness of her presence beside him.

"Good. Keep your speed steady, and take the next left," she instructed, watching as he maneuvered the car with ease. There was something incredibly masculine about the way he handled the vehicle, a combination of confidence and control that stirred something deep within her.

As they continued driving, YN found her thoughts wandering. She'd had plenty of students before, but none had ever made her feel this way this sharp awareness of every move, every glance, every breath. The air in the car seemed to thicken with an unspoken tension, growing with each passing moment.

"Is this your first time learning to drive?" she asked, more to break the silence than out of curiosity.

"Officially, yes," Namjoon answered, a small smirk playing on his lips. "But I've had a few... informal lessons before."

"Informal?" YN raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself.

"A friend taught me the basics a while back, but I never got around to getting my licence. Figured it was time to do it properly."

She nodded, trying to ignore the way his voice seemed to wrap around her, pulling her in. "You're doing well. Just keep your eyes on the road and maintain your speed."

Namjoon chuckled softly. "I don't think I've ever been this focused."

YN's pulse quickened at his words, understanding the double meaning behind them. She swallowed, her gaze shifting to the road ahead, but she could feel his eyes on her, tracing the curve of her profile, the line of her neck. The tension between them was palpable, a live wire humming with energy.

At the next intersection, she instructed him to turn right. As he did, his arm brushed lightly against hers, the contact sending a jolt through her body. It was a brief touch, accidental perhaps, but it left a lingering warmth on her skin.

"Sorry about that," Namjoon said, though there was no apology in his tone, only a quiet challenge.

"It's fine," YN replied, her voice betraying nothing of the turmoil inside her. She was a professional, and she wasn't about to let a student, no matter how attractive, break her composure.

But Namjoon wasn't like any student she'd had before. There was something about him that demanded attention, that made it impossible to look away. And YN wasn't sure how much longer she could resist.

"Take the next left," she directed, trying to regain control of the situation. But her heart was beating faster now, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was on the edge of something something dangerous, thrilling, and utterly irresistible.

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