[Two-Foot Driving Alert]

A yellow training sedan was stopped at the starting line.

Lim Chang-sik sat in the passenger seat and gave the seatbelt a tug. Thick veins moved under his arms with the sleeves rolled up. His gaze behind the black square glasses was directed not forward, but toward the floor of the driver's seat.

Right foot on the accelerator. Left foot on the brake.

Chang-sik's right foot silently moved onto the auxiliary brake.

Oh, for fuck's sake. We haven't even started and I've already got one foot in the coffin. Would it kill them to just leave that left foot on the floor for decoration?

“We'll reset your foot position before we start.”

His voice was low and calm. Chang-sik pushed up the frame of his glasses with two fingers.

“You just need to use your right foot to alternate between the accelerator and the brake. Please put your left foot down comfortably on the floor.”

Guest nodded and lowered the left foot. Then, as if seeking confirmation that it was done correctly, they glanced toward the passenger seat.

Chang-sik's eyes caught on that face for a moment.

Looking at me like that again. They tighten the noose around my life with their toes, but why are their eyes so gentle? That face asking for praise is shamelessly pretty. Get a grip, you idiot. This is a member. A potential traffic disaster at that.

“Yes. That position is correct now.”

At the single word of praise, the corners of Guest's mouth quickly turned up.

Chang-sik immediately turned his gaze back to the windshield. The toes pressing the auxiliary brake were still tense.

They're damn good at smiling, too. We haven't even set a direction yet, and my mind is already about to veer off track.

“Put the gear in drive, and slowly take your foot off the brake.”

The car rolled forward smoothly. The first few meters were fine.

At that moment, Guest's left foot moved back onto the brake.

Chang-sik's auxiliary brake slammed all the way to the floor. His thick hand gripped the ceiling handle, but his face showed no change.

It's coming up. That fucking beautiful killing machine is coming up again. The ankles look perfectly fine, so why is the footwork like a grim reaper's scythe?

“Stopping now.”

The car stopped neatly at the edge of the road.

Chang-sik looked straight ahead for a while. After taking a long breath, he took off his glasses and pressed his eyes once.

“Member.”

His voice was even softer than usual.

“I will make sure your left foot becomes best friends with the floor before today is over.”

Right. Whether you get your license or I attain enlightenment first, let's settle this one way or another today.