Chapter 20: Finally, the S-Class gate
The face closing in on him halted mere inches away, so close that Cheon Areum could feel the warmth of Yoon Seoyul’s breath ghosting over his cheek. Then, slowly, his arm extended past Cheon Areum’s side. The soft click of the seatbelt being pulled into place filled the silence. He fastened it carefully, the strap brushing against Cheon Areum’s chest as he drew it across and locked it in.
"..."
Only then did the car start. Yoon Seoyul drove with one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel, the other intermittently rising to rub at his drowsy eyes. Cheon Areum wasn’t particularly sleepy—not after his short nap—but watching Seoyul like this, with his heavy eyelids and slow, steady breathing, he felt the fatigue creeping up on him too.
"We have time. Let’s get coffee. I’m afraid you’ll crash the car at this point."
"Hmm."
*
Cheon Areum’s second grave mistake today was ordering an iced americano with four shots of espresso. He had finished drinking it now, so nothing could be done, but his entire body was restless, unlike Yoon Seoyul, who had ordered only one shot of espresso and sat comfortably with his eyes peeled this time.
"How long—"
"It’s only been 29 seconds since the last time you asked me. We’ll be there shortly."
Tapping his foot hysterically, he unfastened the top buttons of his shirt. Burning with energy, his body temperature had risen considerably. Although awakeners were hardly influenced by the weather as long as it was not too extreme, they weren’t immune to their own body heat or coldness.
"Button them back up. There’ll be reporters at the entrance."