Chapter 3: Namjoon's Thoughts

As Namjoon continued driving, he couldn't help but steal glances at YN from the corner of his eye. Her voice, steady and professional, was a stark contrast to the thoughts swirling in his head. He tried to focus on the road, but his mind kept drifting back to her.

She was beautiful, there was no denying that. Her low ponytail framed her face perfectly, giving her a refined, almost elegant appearance. But what really caught his attention was the way her shirt hugged her body. The crisp white fabric was just tight enough to outline the curve of her breasts, the swell of her cleavage peeking through the slightly open buttons at the top. He found himself wondering what it would be like to undo those buttons, one by one, and reveal more of the skin beneath.

His thoughts were growing increasingly distracting, making it difficult to concentrate on driving. Every time she leaned forward to adjust something on the dashboard, her shirt would pull tighter across her chest, drawing his gaze like a magnet. He could see the outline of her bra beneath the fabric, a tantalising hint of lace that made his mouth go dry.

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek, trying to push the thoughts away. This was his driving lesson, not some fantasy. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering. Her body was a work of art every curve, every line, perfectly proportioned. The way her hips filled out her trousers, the subtle sway of her figure as she shifted in her seat it was all too much.

He imagined what it would feel like to run his hands over those curves, to trace the line of her waist with his fingers, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his touch. His eyes flicked back to her chest, to the gentle rise and fall of her breasts with each breath she took. They were just the right size, full and firm, perfectly shaped. He could picture them in his hands, and could almost feel the weight of them, the warmth.

"Turn right at the next intersection," YN instructed, her voice pulling him back to reality.

Namjoon cleared his throat, trying to focus. But even as he turned the wheel, his thoughts remained on her. He couldn't help but wonder if she was aware of the effect she was having on him. If she knew how much he was struggling to keep his composure.

As they continued driving, his mind kept replaying the way her shirt dipped slightly at the neckline, offering him just a teasing glimpse of what lay beneath. The way her trousers clung to her hips, accentuating the curve of her thighs. It was enough to drive any man wild.

"You're doing well," she said, her tone approving.

But all Namjoon could think was that he wanted to be doing something else entirely. Something that involved a lot less clothing and a lot more touching. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he tried to shake the image from his mind. But it was no use. The more he tried to push it away, the more vivid it became.

Namjoon knew he needed to focus, to keep his thoughts in check. But every time he looked at YN, all he could see was her body, the way it moved, the way it filled out her clothes, the way it made his pulse race. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to have her, to feel her beneath him, to make her his.

He glanced at her again, his eyes lingering on her chest, her lips, her hips. He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t. The tension between them was too strong, the desire too overwhelming.

Namjoon bit his lip, his mind swimming with thoughts he shouldn’t be having. But he couldn’t help it. YN was everything he wanted, everything he craved. And the more time he spent with her, the harder it became to resist.

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