I N F I N I T I || Kim Namjoon

1.4

"There aren't many places for us to go," he said as he buckled the seatbelt, settling into his seat. His finger landed on the ignition, the car rumbling to life a second later. The lights came on, and I leaned against the door with my head pressed to the window. "We can go back to my house and chill with the guys for a few hours?"

"Sure thing," I smiled. What could be bad about hanging out with a cute guy and his equally cute friends?

Just as I thought, nothing.

Namjoon nodded, pulling out of the driveway and starting down the street. I shot up in my seat as the engine made a loud noise, my head instinctively turning back towards the house. The action didn't go unnoticed, Namjoon furrowing his eyebrows.

It was a bit harder to get away with being a rebel when you were an anxious wreck like me, which only made my face flush in embarrassment when Namjoon asked me what was wrong.

What kind of answer could I give him? That I was sneaking out to see him? That I was disobeying my father, who banned me from even thinking about him? I didn't think that it would sit easily with him if he knew that my family wasn't exactly fond of him.

"Did you forget something?" He asked, slowing down the car. I quickly looked in his direction, putting on the brightest smile I could muster. I quickly shook my head, slouching back into the seat. I wasn't going to treat him like I treated my dad, I was going to enjoy the time I had with him while it lasted.

The forced smile on my face when he looked at me soon turned into a real one, his happy energy radiating through the car and into me.

"So," I said after a moment of silence. Namjoon hummed, lifting his brows in question. "What were you doing earlier? It took up quite a bit of your time."

I waited patiently for an answer while the lilac-haired boy proceeded to stutter, grabbing onto the steering wheel a bit tighter. He made a sharp turn, my body jolting to the side and into the car door. I made an 'oomph' sound, raising my hand and grabbing the handle on the ceiling.

"What the hell?" I asked. A playful smirk laced my lips. "Do you not know how to drive or something?"

He hesitated a brief moment before stiffly shaking his head from left to right. My eyes widened, snapping to the road as I watched in fear as I started to realize he was driving a bit too fast for the speed limit. The smirk on my face was now long gone.

"So you're behind the wheel because??" I asked, watching the white lines become blurs as the car slowly sped up. "Are you gonna ever slow down?"

There was another sharp turn. I slid to the left this time, coming in contact with the center console. Namjoon removed one hand from the wheel and steadied me, to which I only removed the appendage and set it back on the wheel.

"I mean, I passed the written portion, I just kind of..." He trailed off, my head jutting forward as I waited for him to finish. "Failed the driving portion."

The thought of tuck and rolling crossed my mind when the words escaped his mouth. I scoffed, slouching in my seat as I accepted death. I knew it was going to happen at some point, but I didn't think that it was going to be this soon. I wanted to live to see thirty.

"Oh look, we're here!" He said with enthusiasm, turning wildly into the driveway of the house. I looked outside the window to check if his statement was true, and sure enough, there was the house I had been to once before.

It took us nearly an hour to walk from his house to mine the other night, so how he managed to get us back here in less than 5 minutes, really had me frightened.

I stayed attached to the door as I stared Namjoon down, heart beating out of my chest. The boy was holding onto the steering wheel, head facing forward as he refused to look at me.

I tried to speak, to ask him what in his mind told him it was a good idea to drive when he failed the test. My heavy breathing prevented me from doing so, though I'm sure that was enough to voice my thoughts.

Still gripping the steering wheel, Namjoon finally looked at my terrified form.

"Alright," he sighed, leaning back in the seat. I couldn't calm myself down though, for all I knew the car could move without him even having to move a muscle. He reached for the key, my eyes following his every move as he shut off the car, all shaking and growling ceasing. "I wasn't that bad."

"Not that bad?" I exasperated, leaning forward and off the car door. I stared into his eyes, searching for any source of a joke. I couldn't find one, scoffing as I unbuckled my seatbelt – which I couldn't be more grateful for at the moment – and opening the car door. "Get out the damn car, before you make it explode or something."

He chuckled, following my orders and climbing out of the car. We met up at the front, Namjoon stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

"Not gonna lie, that sounds like something I'd do," he said lowly, both of us starting a slow walk towards the front door.

My teeth broke through as I giggled, covering my mouth on instinct. The nerves I'd had at the beginning of the night were now nowhere to be seen, only a memory of the past.

The night breeze did little for me as my hands remained clammy, face still slightly hot. It didn't help much when I snuck a glance at the man's face, the slight disbelief that I was actually here with someone that looked that damn good creeping in.

People like him only existed in fairy tales, and I was lucky to find one of my own. This is what tv and movies glorified, the perfect guy that every girl wanted, and every guy wanted to be. He was something really special, I was surprised when I found out he was actually single.

He claimed he was too busy though, which made me wonder what exactly made him so busy. He was like Troy Bolton, somewhat confusing because I didn't know what he was doing, but it only made me want to know more about him. I was his Gabriella.

"I am the God of destruction after all," he said, approaching the door.

I laughed at the nickname, nodding my head. "It suits you. Is that what everyone calls you?"

He shrugged, unlocking the door and opening it. I was greeted with the yellow light of the house, Namjoon stepping to the side to allow me in. "Just a few."

"After you," he grinned, making me smile as I watched the floor, walking into the house.

"Thank you," I said quietly, sensing as he followed behind me into the house. He hummed, his hand reaching out, seemingly on instinct, and touching my lower back to guide me.

I couldn't help but tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

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When I'll update this book again because school is really catching up with me. I'll try my best to keep up with my books so you guys don't forget about them though :)