“Did you pass the test, Mr. Jin-Ho?”

“No.”

The Dongmyeong Education Foundation's proxy chief director, Jo Gyu-Min, held back his laughter at Kang Jin-Ho's curt reply and handed over a cup of coffee. Kang Jin-Ho trudged over to the office's couch and plopped down.

“You failed again, Mr. Jin-Ho?”

“Yes.”

'Yup, he's pissed...'

Kang Jin-Ho's face was totally expressionless. But Jo Gyu-Min had interacted with the youth enough times to read the actual emotion underneath that stoic facial expression.

“Mr. Jin-Ho, it's fine to be bad at driving, you know?”

“What are you implying, Mr. Gyu-Min?”

"You can simply hire a chauffeur, after all. How about it?"

Kang Jin-Ho shook his head. “I've been told that a driver's license is a must.”

“Well, that is true, but...”

Who would be! Sane enough! To let! Kang Jin-Ho pass?!

Jo Gyu-Min had the misfortune of going along for a ride during Kang Jin-Ho's practice driving after the latter had passed the theoretical test. And after that day, he swore to never get in any car driven by Kang Jin-Ho ever again.

Jo Gyu-Min preferred a clean, quick death, not some abominable torture where his life continuously flashed before his eyes. He definitely didn't want to go through that again if he could help it. Especially after experiencing the 'miracle' of remembering so many old forgotten memories buried deep in the recess of his subconscio...