Chapter 5: Second Gear

The next day, the tension between Namjoon and YN was palpable the moment they got into the car. YN could feel the heat radiating off him as he settled into the driver’s seat, his movements slower, more deliberate than before. She caught a glimpse of his eyes in the rearview mirror, those dragon eyes that had burned into her thoughts all night.

"Ready for round two?" she asked, her voice carrying a playful edge as she adjusted her seatbelt.

Namjoon’s lips curled into a slow smile. "I’ve been ready since yesterday."

YN felt a flutter in her chest at his words, her pulse quickening as he started the engine. She knew this was just another driving lesson, but the way he looked at her made it feel like something more, something forbidden and intoxicating.

As Namjoon guided the car out of the parking lot, YN couldn’t help but notice the way his hands gripped the wheel, knuckles slightly white. It was as if he was holding back, trying to maintain control, but she could see through him could sense the desire simmering just beneath the surface.

"So," YN began, her tone light, "how did you feel after yesterday’s lesson?"

Namjoon’s gaze flicked over to her, and she could see the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "It left me... wanting more."

"More practice, I hope?" she teased, though the double meaning in his words wasn’t lost on her.

Namjoon chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Practice makes perfect, right? But I think I’ve got a pretty good handle on things now."

YN’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes locked onto hers, the intensity in them making her breath catch. She felt the tension between them growing thicker, every word, every glance adding to the fire that was slowly consuming them both.

"Confidence is good," she replied, her voice steady even as her mind raced with thoughts she shouldn’t be having. "But don’t get too cocky."

"Who said anything about being cocky?" Namjoon shot back, his voice laced with amusement. "I’m just... confident in my abilities. And maybe a little eager to show you what I can do."

YN swallowed, trying to keep her composure. She couldn’t let him see how much he was affecting her, how the heat in his voice sent shivers down her spine. But it was getting harder and harder to maintain that distance, especially when his words were so carefully chosen, so full of that undercurrent of desire.

"Let’s see if that confidence holds up," she said, trying to steer the conversation back to driving, though she could feel herself slipping. "Take the next left and bring us onto the highway."

Namjoon followed her instructions, but the smirk never left his face. "You seem a little tense today, YN. Nervous about something?"

YN’s heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to let him have the upper hand. "Just making sure you don’t get too ahead of yourself. I wouldn’t want you to lose control."

Namjoon’s eyes darkened at her words, and she could see the shift in his expression, the way his desire was no longer something he was trying to hide. "What if losing control is exactly what I want?"

YN’s breath hitched at his words, her mind flashing with images of what that might look like, what it might feel like. She could see the way his muscles tensed beneath his shirt, the way his hands flexed on the wheel, as if he was barely holding himself back.

"Then you’d better be prepared for the consequences," she replied, her voice low and challenging, her own desire bubbling to the surface.

Namjoon’s gaze burned into hers, and she could feel the heat between them escalating, the space in the car suddenly feeling too small, too intimate. "I think I can handle it. The real question is, can you?"

YN didn’t answer, her mind too clouded with the tension that had been building since the day before. She could feel the pull between them, the way his words and his eyes were drawing her in, making it harder and harder to keep things professional.

As they merged onto the highway, Namjoon’s hand brushed hers on the gear shift, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through her. It was a small touch, barely noticeable, but it set her nerves on fire, making her pulse race.

"Sorry," Namjoon murmured, though there was no hint of apology in his voice.

YN bit her lip, her mind spinning. "No problem," she managed to say, though her voice was a bit breathless.

But they both knew it wasn’t just a touch. It was the beginning of something more, something that had been brewing beneath the surface from the moment they’d met. And as the car sped down the highway, YN realised that they were both hurtling toward a place where control would no longer matter where desire would take over, and neither of them would be able to stop it.

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