RJ/Rem

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

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Hongjoong

Hongjoong had worked with you for years and could count on one hand the number of times he'd even seen you mildly annoyed.

You were the patient one.

A member forgot his passport? You smiled and fixed it. Someone spilled coffee on your schedule binder? You laughed. Three members decided that 2 a.m. was the perfect time to debate whether cereal was soup? You joined the conversation.

So when he accepted your offer to drive him to an early morning radio schedule, he expected another peaceful car ride.

What he didn't expect was you slamming the brakes slightly as another car cut you off.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" you shouted.

Hongjoong nearly dropped his phone.

"Did you get your license from a cereal box?! USE YOUR INDICATOR!"

You threw one hand into the air in dramatic disbelief before muttering several extremely creative insults under your breath.

Then the traffic cleared.

You smiled at Hongjoong.

"Sorry. Anyway, did you want coffee before we arrive?"

Hongjoong stared.

"...You know what? I respect it."

By the end of the drive, he was secretly writing down some of your insults for future song lyrics.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa thought you were incapable of anger.

Actually incapable.

So when a car merged into your lane without looking and you let out a string of profanity that made even him blink, he froze.

"Oh my god," you groaned. "LOOK WITH YOUR EYES. THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE FOR!"

The driver sped off.

You sighed deeply.

Then you turned to Seonghwa with your usual gentle smile.

"Sorry about that. Are you comfortable? Is the AC okay?"

Seonghwa just stared at you.

"You... swear?"

"Only while driving."

"You called that man an evolutionary mistake."

"He almost hit us."

He spent the rest of the trip quietly processing the fact that his sweet, patient manager apparently transformed into a completely different person behind the wheel.

Oddly enough?

He found it adorable.

Yunho

Yunho laughed.

At first.

A driver cut in front of you.

You let out an offended gasp.

"Oh, absolutely not. Absolutely not. You don't get to do that and then act confused!"

Yunho burst out laughing.

Then another driver failed to use their turn signal.

Your hand flew up in dramatic frustration.

"THE STICK NEXT TO YOUR STEERING WHEEL ISN'T DECORATION!"

Yunho laughed harder.

Then another.

And another.

Eventually, he was crying.

Not because you were dangerous.

You weren't.

You maintained perfect distance, obeyed every law, and drove safely.

You were simply the most theatrical road-rage driver he'd ever witnessed.

By the time you arrived, Yunho could barely breathe.

"You called that guy a sentient traffic cone!"

"He deserved it."

He laughed for another ten minutes.

Yeosang

Yeosang didn't react immediately.

He simply watched.

A car nearly cut across three lanes.

You inhaled sharply.

"Oh, wow. Amazing. Incredible. Did we get our driver's license from a claw machine?"

Silence.

"You absolute walnut."

More silence.

Yeosang turned slowly to look at you.

You looked perfectly serious.

Five minutes later, another driver honked at you despite being at fault.

You gave them a look of profound disappointment and muttered something so creative that Yeosang actually had to process the sentence structure.

After a long pause, he nodded.

"That's fair."

From that day onward, he quietly looked forward to car rides with you.

San

San was horrified.

Not because of your road rage.

Because of how GOOD you were at it.

A driver swerved into your lane.

"OH, YOU'RE JUST MAKING UP THE RULES TODAY? THAT'S FUN."

Another cut you off.

"Fantastic. Wonderful. I love sharing roads with people who apparently learned driving from interpretive dance."

San was staring at you with wide eyes.

You noticed.

"Sorry."

"No, don't apologize."

"What?"

"I've never heard anyone insult somebody's driving style as a form of performance art."

He was genuinely impressed.

And, unfortunately for everyone else, he started copying your phrases.

Mingi

Mingi discovered this entirely by accident.

He'd forgotten his wallet, and you offered to drive back to the dorm.

Everything was normal.

Until someone tailgated you.

You looked into the mirror.

"Wow."

Pause.

"Wow."

Longer pause.

"Congratulations on being the only person in this city who thinks physics is optional."

Mingi choked.

You continued.

"If you want to climb into my trunk so badly, just ask."

"M-manager?"

You blinked.

"Oh. Sorry."

"No, no. Keep going."

Then another driver ignored a stop sign.

The resulting speech was so eloquent, so passionate, and so devastating that Mingi sat there in stunned admiration.

Later, he told the members:

"Our manager could win rap battles."

Wooyoung

Wooyoung thought he'd discovered blackmail material.

He secretly recorded your reaction after a driver parked across two spaces.

"Oh, that's lovely. Why use one parking space when you can inconvenience everyone?"

He nearly died laughing.

Then another driver cut you off.

You threw your hand up dramatically.

"WHO GAVE YOU ACCESS TO A VEHICLE?"

Wooyoung was crying.

Actual tears.

He replayed the recording three times.

"You swear!"

"Only while driving."

"You called that man a failed group project!"

"He deserved it."

For weeks afterward, whenever you scolded him for being late, he'd grin and ask:

"Should I merge improperly? Is that what gets the real manager to come out?"

Jongho

Jongho didn't laugh.

At least, not at first.

He simply sat there quietly as you muttered increasingly creative insults toward reckless drivers.

Then someone ran a red light.

You stopped yourself from saying something particularly colorful.

"...I hope their pillow is warm on both sides."

Silence.

Jongho blinked.

Then he laughed.

Really laughed.

The kind of laugh that made his shoulders shake.

You looked offended.

"What?"

"That's your revenge?"

"It's devastating."

He laughed even harder.

The funniest part wasn't the road rage.

It was the fact that after every single outburst, you immediately returned to your usual professional voice.

"Anyway, Jongho, don't forget your rehearsal notes."