" go ... where ? you're not thinking of coming home with me , are you ? are you aware that this can be considered sexual assault ? i have a lawyer friend , you know . several lawyer friends . i can sue you for damage of personal property , attempted assault , sexual assault and a lot more . " he huffed .
" let's go twerking ! "
" good lord ! "
he needed a breather . his day at work hadn't been good at all , and having an encounter with such a girl wasn't making it any better . the fact that the stupid bar singer had to choose the song that would trigger her , the one song out of millions ...
" hey . " jaehyun reached out , gently nudging her . his jacket slipped off her shoulders ( how did she manage to not lose it , he didn't know ) . " hey , miss . "
she had fallen fast asleep on the shotgun seat of his porsche .
it was his friend raeil's porsche , actually . she just insisted he take it for a while for reasons unknown .
" hey , miss ... " a work tag , no , his company's work tag hanging around her neck caught his attention . " ... yoon haneul ? "
wait .
the yoon haneul from networkly ?
what a sight for sore eyes .
he remembered her trying out for ceo's secretary while his father was still , well , the ceo . getting rejected as soon as she walked into the office and tripped over heels that were obviously not her size and way too worn out . quietly crying in the stairwell .
and him wrapping his jacket around her , but two years ago .
jaehyun shook his head . he threw those trivial memories to the back of his head and started up the engine , driving out of the carpark . the cold midnight air seeping through the half - open window calmed his senses down , prompting him to turn the radio on .
brighter than a blue sky .
she seemed to be humming to the cursed song playing .
yes , heather .
again .
she's got you mesmerised while i die .
at the traffic light , he couldn't help but steal a look at her . she hadn't changed much all those years , but then again , how much can a person change in two years , really ?
his jacket slipped off her shoulders . he pulled it back up , then reached over to grab the seatbelt . as the distance between them rapidly decreased , the atmosphere seemed to change . her large doe eyes fluttered open , though still dazed and confused .
why would you ever kiss me ? i'm not even half as pretty .
his hands instinctively let go of the seatbelt , letting it snap back into place as soon as her lips touched his . in absolute shock , he forgot to pull back , forgot to continue driving as the green light lit up their surroundings , forgot to look around for other cars though they were driving in an otherwise empty street .
" oh my god . " he managed to murmur out as his hands caught her face , though it was more of a reflex action .
you gave her your sweater .
an awkward cough .
he pulled the jacket tighter around her , then reached for the seatbelt again after tearing her hands off his face ( because while he kissed back for a split second , she had done the same , cupping her hands over his cheeks ) .
it's just polyester .
jaehyun leaned back into the driver's seat , finally continuing the drive , though the green light had turned red again . not like he gave a fuck anyway - no one was there to catch him , and he could afford a fine perfectly well .
his red-hot face told him that the chain of events that had happened a mere few seconds ago were , in fact , real . very real . most definitely not fake . gripping the steering wheel with thrice his usual strength , he tried his best to shake off his muddled thoughts .
but you like her better .
do i really like her ?
he stole another look at her , fast asleep in his passenger's seat again . the same heat rushed up his face again , unable to be soothed by the midnight air .
the song was coming to an end , the radio host's faint voice in the background reminding the listeners that it was 1am .
he thought about the rest of the world sleeping peacefully under their covers , and then he thought about himself , dealing with problems he shouldn't be dealing and wouldn't have been dealing with had he not gone to that stupid little bar in the first place . now here he was , with a girl in his shotgun seat , his jacket gone , his phone dunked in what smelled like soju and vomit , and thoughts enough to tip his already unstable mental health .
i wish i were heather .
he didn't even notice his left hand reaching over to hold hers instead of the gear stick .
[ this is most definitely not the song's meaning but i felt like writing it
so ,, i might do another variation later on just cuz i feel like it muah ]
14 ; dont listen to heather at 1am
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