Yoon Tae oh's point of view
I should be driving
I should focus on driving I know but I could barely hold myself, my tongue darts out to wet my lips as a rush of unpleasant heat burns in my chest
My leg keeps shaking under the wheel and God knows I can't focus on anything else than Sa Ram sitting in the passenger's seat
I wish I could be less aware of the curves of Sa Ram's body in that shirt and skirt of his, I wish I could not think about how thin the human's waist would be in my hands or how soft his skin that is so lovely to grip.
The traffic light turns red and the color reflects on Sa Ram's face, molding his features into something hard and dark.
Sa Ram tilts his head to the side resting his temple on the window
My heart was beating so hard and I was sweaty, was there somet
