L.joe took you back to the office so you could drive home. He didn't need a lift and declined your offer. He had business to attend at BTD.

"I had a great time today," you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "It did me good."

L.joe smiled and nodded, "Call me if you need any stress relieving sessions and we can go again."

You nodded, "Thanks Byunghun."

"How old are you exactly?"

"Not old, I'm 20."

"I'm your oppa, I'm 22 so call me oppa okay?"

You were half stunned and nervous to call him oppa.

"Say it," L.joe smiled and urged you to say 'Byunghun oppa'.

"B-Byunghun o-oppa," you stuttered and your cheeks were burning red.

"Again," L.joe leaned in closer.

"Byunghun o-oppa," you stuttered less but your heart was racing like a fighter jet.

"Again," L.joe leaned in closer and now his lips and yours were just inches away.

"Byunghun oppa," it came out as a whisper but L.joe still heard it loud and clear.

L.joe smiled and put his forehead on yours and closed his eyes for a second. *I can get used to her calling me by my real name and 'oppa'.*

You just looked at him the whole time, you just stared at his closed eyes and relaxed figure. Your cheeks were literally painted a crimson red and your heart was skipping beats here and there. *Why does this perfectly familiar stranger make my heart race like this?*

L.joe opened his eyes,