Scene 1: The
Escape The roar of the motorbike cut through the day, the wind slashing across Seo-Jun’s face as he held on for dear life.
Behind them, headlights glowed like hungry eyes, gaining ground with every second. The black cars weren’t slowing down. If anything, they were picking up speed.
Seo-Jun gritted his teeth. “They’re still on us!”
“No shit,” Nikolai shot back, twisting the throttle and weaving between cars. “Hold on tighter unless you want to become roadkill.”
Seo-Jun didn’t need to be told twice. He clung to Nikolai’s back, feeling the tension in his muscles as the man controlled the bike with frustrating ease.
Gunshots rang out.
Seo-Jun flinched, his breath catching. “ARE THEY SHOOTING AT US?!”
“Welcome to my world, Teach.”
Another shot. This time, it barely missed, hitting a street sign that shattered on impact.
Seo-Jun’s heart slammed against his ribs. “I’m going to die. I’m actually going to die.”
“Not today,” Nikolai said, voice cool.
Then—a sharp turn.
Seo-Jun almost lost his grip as Nikolai swerved into a narrow alleyway, barely fitting between the walls as they sped through the tight space.
“ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?!” Seo-Jun shrieked.
“Relax,” Nikolai said, but there was a spark of excitement in his voice. “I know what I’m doing.”
“That makes one of us!”
As they shot out onto an open road again, Seo-Jun risked a glance back. The black cars hesitated at the alley entrance, struggling to follow.
“We lost them,” he breathed.
“For now.”
Nikolai kept riding, not slowing down until they reached the outskirts of the city.
Scenes 2: The luxurious Hotel
By the time they pulled up to the hotel, the sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky painted in deep blues and oranges. The neon lights of the luxurious high-rise flickered in a mesmerizing glow, standing in stark contrast to the chaos they had just fled.
Seo-Jun practically fell off the bike, legs shaking from exhaustion and pure stress. He groaned, rubbing his temples.
“I hate you,” he panted, glaring at Nikolai.
“Understandable.”
“I hate your bike.”
Nikolai gasped dramatically, stepping in front of his motorbike like a protective parent shielding their child. “No, don’t say that!” He stroked the bike’s handles as if soothing an offended pet.
Seo-Jun stared, unimpressed. “What the—”
“She’s very sensitive,” Nikolai continued, whispering conspiratorially. “She hears everything.”
“…She’s a motorbike.”
“She’s a lady, Teach. And she has a name.”
Seo-Jun pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m losing my mind.”
“You’re just jealous,” Nikolai smirked, patting the seat. “She’s saved your life twice now.”
“Whatever.” Seo-Jun turned toward the hotel. The moment he actually looked up, his stomach dropped.
“This… is where we’re staying?” he asked, voice tight with disbelief.
A grand marble entrance stretched before them, lined with doormen in sleek suits. Inside, through the massive glass doors, was a gold-lit lobby filled with people who probably earned more in a week than Seo-Jun did in a year.
Nikolai tossed his keys to a valet like it was routine. “Obviously.”
Seo-Jun blinked. “You booked us into a five-star hotel?!”
“Penthouse suite,” Nikolai corrected. He smirked. “Gotta keep you safe, Teach.”
Seo-Jun opened his mouth to argue, but his brain short-circuited when they stepped inside.
The grand lobby was unlike anything he had ever seen—chandeliers, white marble floors, velvet seating areas, and the soft hum of a grand piano playing in the background.
He felt wildly out of place.
Meanwhile, Nikolai? He strolled up to the receptionist like he belonged here.
Seo-Jun whispered, “What the hell is that card?” as Nikolai handed over a sleek black card.
“None of your business, Teach.”
The receptionist smiled professionally and scanned the card. “Penthouse suite. The sauna and jacuzzi are ready, and the infinity pool is open 24 hours.”
Seo-Jun’s entire soul left his body.
A sauna. A jacuzzi. An infinity pool.
“…I have questions.”
“I have no answers.”
When they stepped into the penthouse, Seo-Jun’s knees nearly gave out.
The floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the suite, revealing a breathtaking panoramic view of the city skyline.
A king-sized bed sat in the center, draped in silk sheets. There was a marble bathtub big enough to swim in, a sauna in the bathroom, and a fully stocked minibar that probably held whiskey worth more than Seo-Jun’s rent.
Seo-Jun stood at the entrance, arms crossed. “This is ridiculous.”
Nikolai kicked off his boots and stretched. “Relax, Teach. You need this more than I do.”
“I need therapy. This isn’t therapy.”
“Close enough.”
Seo-Jun exhaled sharply before muttering, “I need a shower.”
“Try not to drown,” Nikolai teased.
Seo-Jun flipped him off on his way to the bathroom.
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