when she decides to drive away for some minutes, to enlighten mood, to feel alive and enjoy her loud music playlist inside car excitedly, every bad thing seems to happen — she doesnt have already a good reputation in road and, if they know, her parents would kill her.

"what-" minjeong groaned after checking the car hood, carding back her hair in stress. "are you crazy?! little-"

she didnt want to accept her fault. you didnt know how to have a conversation. BUT you tried your best to find a way to solve it without violence: paying a dinner.

☆

she sat there, resting elbows above table while scrolling boredly at her phone. sometimes, she would rethink actions and why accepting your offer; who would not, tho?

soon, minjeong heard her name and the plates were served, the waitress organising neatly.

once she left, kim grabbed her spoon — grabbing yours in same minute — and, before eating, she narrowed eyes, looking directly to you, saying "your staring will not pay the dented in my car." — like she didnt notice every move of yours.