Page 47 of For You, Sir

No way!my rational brain countered.We’ve gotta get past this phobia if we want to get serious with Jun.

But what if you freak out in front of him? What then?

Shit. Good point.My mouth went dry.

I’d be sealing my fate either way on this trip—proving myself to Jun, or proving myself a failure.Don’t screw this up.

I dressed in jeans and T-shirt, tied my hair back in a man-bun, and pulled it through the back of a baseball cap. With a pair of drugstore sunglasses, my transformation to anonymity was complete. I’d look like a total schlub next to Jun, but fuck it. I had bigger things to worry about.

Jun was waiting for me in the foyer with keys in hand. “Shall we take my car?”

“Yeah, thanks.” I followed him to the front door, and a cold bolt of dread ran through me as I stepped over the threshold. I clenched my fists and pushed the feeling down, following Jun to his black sedan.

Jun held the door for me like a valet and I slid into the passenger seat. His car smelled good—like leather and spruce, with a faint trace of tobacco smoke lingering beneath.

Was Jun a smoker? How had I missed that? I’d never smelled it on his clothes or his breath…

Jun got into the driver’s seat and paused before turning on the engine. “Still doing okay?” His brow furrowed in concern.

“Just fine,” I said. I fastened my seatbelt and tried to think about something else. Like how on earth Jun kept his car so clean.

He backed us down the driveway and merged into street traffic. I leaned my forehead against the window, feeling like a newly released prisoner—eager for freedom but anxious about the unknown.

Abruptly, classical music blared through the car.

“Jesus!” I yelped. I grabbed the door handle, and my heart rate spiked through the roof.

Jun winced and turned down the stereo. “Sorry!” he said with an apologetic frown. “My phone. I thought I had it ondo not disturb.”It must have connected automatically to the car’s Bluetooth system.

I exhaled a nervous laugh. “It’s all good. Just startled me.”

The phone was still ringing, even after Jun silenced it. The wordsIncoming Callscrolled across the car’s console in English, followed by the caller’s name in Korean.

“You can answer it, if you want,” I said.

Jun shook his head. “It’s just my brother. It can wait.”

The brother!I couldn’t remember if Jun ever told me his name. “How’s he doing?” I asked.Does he smoke?

Jun shifted in his seat. “He’s fine. Probably.”

What kind of answer was that? “Tough relationship?” I guessed.

He glanced at me, wide-eyed. “Why do you say that?”

“Director, remember?” I said with a smirk. “I’m pretty good at reading faces.”

“He’s…” Jun sighed. “I love him, but we’re very different people. I was always the rule follower, and he was the rebel.”

I nodded sympathetically, even though I was probably more like Jun’s brother growing up.

“He’s got addiction issues,” Jun continued, “and they only got worse after Dad died.” He chewed his lip, lost in thought.

“Sorry,” I said.

He shook his head. “I’ll call him later,” he said.

I regretted spoiling the mood by prying.“Hey,” I said with a smirk. “Me leaving the house should make a good report back to the studio, right?”

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