You just left your office.

   You look at your watch.    07:23 p.m.

   - Gosh!!

   You start to run, as fast as you can, to reach the bus stop.
  
- HEY, PLEASE. STOP IT! STOP IT! - you scream, stretching your arms, but it's too late.

  The bus you need to take has left.

   - Argh!!! Can't believe it!!! - you place your hands on your head.

   You look at your watch again. You are late. You need to be at your best friend's house, because she was giving a birthday party.

   - That's great! Congratulations, (Y/N)! - you clap your hands, talking ironically to yourself.  - Right today you get late?! Argh!!

   - Are you okay?

   You turn your head to see who is talking to you.

   A 20-and-somethings, brown haired, tall man. He is right beside you, with a smirk in the face, and a cappuccino in his hand.

   - Yes, I am okay! - you say, serious.

   - umm. Doesn't look like. You're talking alone. - he says, looking away, still holding the smirk in his face.

  You look at him, angry.

   - Do you think this is funny?

  He looks at you, but he says nothing.

  - Argh... - you mumble, crossing your arms.

You seat on the the bus stop banch.

  You know that that korean man is looking at you, what makes you feel uncomfortable, so you try not to look at him.

 But you are to impacient, so you get up and start to walk from a side to another.

 - You know that the next bus arrives in twenty minutes, right? - the korean guy says to you.

 - Twenty minutes?! - you stop.

 He nods, and takes a sip of the cappuccino.

 - Gosh! I can't be late. Actually I'm already late. Argh! - you say frustrated, sitting again.

   Some minutes later, and you are still there, waiting. People are coming and going. But you look at your side and that korean guy is still there, finishing his cappuccino.
  
    He throws the cup on the garbage and sits on a motorcycle parked in front of the coffee shop which was kind of behind the bus stop.

   - Do you want a ride? - he says, not looking at you, knowing somehow you are already looking at him.

  - Sorry?

  - To your best friend's party. Do you wanna a ride?

- Oh! No, thank you. - You say, coldly.

- It's getting late. You can't wait forever. - he says, trying to seem as coldly as you.

- The bus is almost here. - You look at your clock, hoping you are right.

  You turn your head to the right.

"What he is thinking?! I'm not crazy to accept a ride from a stranger." - you think out loud.

- Don't worry. I'm not going to kidnap you or whatever. - he is already in front of you with his motorcycle and a helmet in his hands.

You roll your eyes.

   He is a stranger, but a really handsome stranger. You quickly analyze what he's wearing: a pink t-shirt, a black coat and a ripped jeans, and his hair is messy in a cool way.

- Okay! - you say, hesitant.

   He gives a smirk.

  - But first of all, I need to know your name. - You say nervous.

  He  laughs.

- Does it make difference?

- Umm... yes!

- Jung Il Woo.

- Nice to meet you, umm, Jung ...

- I know, it's difficult. And yours?

- My name is (Y/N).

He smiles.

- Cute.

You seat behind him on the motorcycle.

   - Here. - he says, offering you the helmet.

 - And you?

 - It's okay. Take it.

You wear the helmet. And holds Jung Il Woo by the waist.

 He looks back at you, frowning.

 - What? - you asked.

 - Are you okay?

 - Yes?!

 - Your hands are shaking.

 You look at your hands, holding him tight. And he is right, you're shaking.

 You feel your cheeks burning a little bit.

 - Ah, I think it's because it's my first time on a motorcycle. - And you give a weird giggle.

   - Really? - he turns his head, looking ahead.

 - It's okay. I will be careful. - he add.

   You think that his voice is so sweet saying this, but you feel weird. "What the heck am I doing ? He's a stranger!"

   You shake your head as you think these things, and barely notice that he took you both on the road.

   - Are you okay? - he finally says couple minutes after, slightly turning his head back to you.

 - Yes I am. But as long as you keep looking forward!

   He laughs and fixes his head straight.

   During all the ride you and him stay silent. What makes you think in any kind of thought: "oh gosh.  He is silent.  He is a murder. He is planning on killing me. No, he is going to do something worse! ... but I was late! ... gosh, what I did? .... but i need to. If i hed waited even more for the bus i woukd get even nore late for the party.... but my life is important too. Should I jump off the motorcycle? Argh!"

   You don't know what to think. The only thing you should do is to pray.

   Minutes later, you break the ice telling him where to turn. And he does so.

   - Which house?

 - The fourth.

   He stops right in front of the house.
You take off the helmet and spend a hand on your hair to arrange it.
 You get off the motorcycle running to the door and touch the bell.

You look behind you and see the Korean guy in his motorcycle looking at you. But as you make eye contact, he looks away.

 - Umm... thank you! - you say to him.

 - You're welcome. - he looks quickly at you and turns his gaze away.

 You turn you back when you hear the front door opening. 

 - FINALLY! - your best friend greets raising her hands.

 - Sorry, (Y/F/N)!! I came as soon as I could.

 - I know. I know. - she says hugging you.

 - Happy Birthday!! - you say to her with a big smile.

 - Thank you!!! - she hugs you again. - Come in!! The party has already started!

 - Okay. - when you are passing through the door you hear someone clearing the trauth be behind you.

 The Korean guy points to your hands and says:

 - My helmet!

 - Sorry.... - You say shyly, giving it back to him.

 - OHHHH!  YOUR FRIEND CAN COME TOO. COME IN!! - (Y/F/N) screams from the door because the music inside the house is loud.

 You try to say that he is not your friend but she wouldn't hear.

 He acts shy but say nothing.

   You stay the same.

 - Come on... - (Y/F/N) comes and pushes him by the arm making him entering the house.

 You follow.

  He looks back and stares at you quickly.

 - Are you crazy? - You say to your friend. - You just brought a completely stranger into your house!

 - No prob. My parents are at home.

 You giggle.

   - He's handsome! And cute.

 - I know. - You smile at yourself seeing him trying to find himself in the crowd.

 - But seriously. Who is he?

 - His name has something with Jung, but girl, I don't have idea!

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    So here it is. I know it is odd and not that interesting but anyway...

Cinderella and The Four Knights  end has two weeks and I never cried with a drama like this. Even my mom and MY DVD cried lol. My dad cried a lot LOL XD.

   I'm already missing Jung Il Woo but here is the beginning of this imagines book haha. Hope you guys like it.

Ah, about this imagine I wrote, NEVER GET A RIDE WITH STRANGERS GUYS, PLEASE!! LOL 😂 [ unless it is Jung Il Woo haha ]

   One more thing: REQUESTS ARE OPENED for this book okay ^.^ comment below what kind of story you want it to be and a quick plot, you know.

안녕  ^.^