The Kpop Otaku's Dream 10 The Best Personal Driver Unedited

.....IRENE POV...

'What's wrong with this guy?'

'I admit, his good-looking but his just so weird'

'First he tries to act cool , then his funny and now his trying to be a bad guy'

'Can he choose a personality already?'

Looking at his expectant gaze, I sigh and resign myself to defeat.

"Okay, I'll get on but on one condition"

He smiles brightly, looking so smug and triumphant. I really feel like hitting him right now. I'm doing this not because I want to, It's just to avoid the trouble.

"Sure, tell me"

"Why do you really want to be my driver, and don't say stupid things like a contract tell me the truth"

He contemplates for a brief moment before he responds

" I just hate those people who don't keep their promises. So I want to keep mine."

I stare into his eyes and can see that his sincerely saying that. Seems like a strange reason. But then again who can understand the mind of a weirdo. I'll accept it, for now though.

*Sigh*`

I get on the motorcycle gingerly and sit behind him.

*Vroom *Vroom*

"Hold on"

He pulls my hands around his waist. His quite muscular it seems. Never would have guessed. The girls in cla.s.s will be surprised to find out. His good-looking, fit and from the way he treats money clearly rich. He must be used to getting any girl he wants. Well I'm sorry, but thats not my type.

I prefer someone warm. I don't really like grand gestures, its the trivial things that makes me happiest. Like the smell of waking up to breakfast, eating around a table with my family or someone asking how are you sincerely.

The black motorcyle then proceeds to take us out of the school grounds. If it wasn't for this helmet, I'm sure i'd be digging a hole somewhere. Its not like i'm unused to people stares but it's different, it's like I can tell what's going on in the students minds we pa.s.s right now.

'Hey, that's the new handsome kid. But whose that on the back'

'Wow, his gotten a girlfriend allready? She must like him for his money'

Various such thoughts seem to be present. His seemengly oblivious to all this as if its a natural occurance. Who does he think he is ? A male lead ? Some chaebol or prince charming?

"Hey, Joo-hyunssi"

He turns around, and faces me for a second. His smile is dazzling. Being so close to him, I notice his delicate features. His complexion is quite fair, it's as good as any of the actors I see on TV and his not even wearing make up.

His eyebrows are thick and well-shaped, they are "on fleek". His nose and lips have a regal quality to them and his jawline was sharp, it could cut. Under the setting sun, his lips and pearly whites seemed to sparkle. Any woman who laid their eyes on him would definitely not be able to resist his charms.

"Yes"

"Where do you live?"

"x.x.x x.x.x near the supermarket"

"Okay got it, you going to have to tell me how to get there"

He starts to speed up. I flip up the visor and breath in the air. This is not bad. I think i can understand the appeal that motorcycles have now. Its pretty different to being in a car. If I had to explain it in words, driving feels more destination oriented, while riding feels like full-sensory experience.

MC: Author, what the h.e.l.l is a full-sensory experience?

Author: Sensory comes from the Latin word sentire, meaning "to perceive, feel."

MC: I know what it means, but what are you trying to say that riding and driving are different?

Author: You are too young to understand nuances my dear MC.

MC: Nuances, yeah right. You don't know either, so you are just making up c.r.a.p right?

Author: ... *cough* ... No

After 10 minutes or so, we are nearing the supermarket that's close to my House. This was quite a novel experience. I wonder when I'll get to experience it again.

"Dylan, turn left. My house is the white one up front"

The motorcycle comes to a stop and I disembark. I step on the ground and feel a strange sensation for a second like my legs is readjusting to the earth again. I take off the helmet, and brush my hair with my hands for a bit. I feel so embarra.s.sed, my hair must be a mess right now.

After giving him the helmet . I turn around and head towards the gate.

"Hey!"

He calls out suddenly, shocking me for right in my place.

"What should you say to someone who just went out of their way to get you safely home Miss Bae-ssi?"

'Its not like I asked him to take me home now did I jacka.s.s'

Not wanting to seem to upset.I smile and look at him, leaning on the motorcycle with his head t.i.tled as if to say , 'I'm waiting for you to answer'

"Thank you"

"You don't have to thank me it's my pleasure'

'Yeah right, then why did you ask me in the first place'

He seems likes his gotten what he wanted and is getting ready to leave now. I feel a tinge of sadness but I don't know why. Anyway, that feeling is quickly replaced with one of relief. Just thinking what would happen If my parents where to have seen me with a boy sends s.h.i.+vers down my spine.

did I just jinx myself? I hope not.

Right then, as if on cue . I hear a loud voice coming coming from behind me.

"Honey!"

That shout seems to have induced a electrical reaction throughout my body. I'm unable to move. The middle aged man, starts walking towards my from the bottom of the street. Seems like he just got off work. His carry a parcel of some sort.

" Look!" He says as he points to the styrofoam package in his hand, "I've brought your favorite, tteokbokki"

I involuntarily utter a single word, "Dad?"

He seems to have noticed my current state and turns to look in the direction of who I was speaking to

"And who is this?"

...END OF POV.....