𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙖 | 𝙝. 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙟𝙪𝙣.

. . . ꒰ CHAPTER 001 ♡ *꒱ ,,

The pattering sound of the raindrops hitting the window filled the car as it's tires rolled over the slippery road, the engine creaking and moaning.

Yeona looked to the driver's seat as he drove. Dad was too busy to drive me to Seoul himself, not a surprise.

She closed her eyes as she felt a headache creaking up to her head. Resting her head on the window of the car, she placed her index and middle fingers on her temple and gave it a little rub.

A migraine.

She absolutely hated those even more than she hate her brother, which is a lot. A wave of uncomfort hit her like a bus making her want to scream, instead she kept her eyes sealed. She was just about to reach her bag to get some painkillers when the car abruptly hit the breaks followed by a screeching sound. Yeona was immediately thrown forward and she heard another loud horn as a guy on a motorcycle fell from his bike and landed on the mucky road.

 "OH MY-" Yeona gasped as she threw open the road door of her car and hurried to the fallen lad. Just as she got close he removed the helmet he was wearing and gave Yeona a gaze. He was attractive alright? Yeona just had time to register that thought before realizing that she had a bigger concern. "Oh my gods, I'm so sorry, are you hurt?"

She helped him up.

"I am so n-" he started but was cut off by another gang of people on motorcycles following him shouting, "SEOJUN-"

The guy, Seojun, Yeona supposed it was his name, pushed the helmet he was holding to Yeona's arms and he ran. Just like that, with those people following him. "HEY- WAIT UP-" Yeona was almost about to follow them when her driver caught up with her. "Miss, we've got to go," he panted. "But-" she started to protest as that guy was being followed and possibly was in some kind of danger.

"Miss! It's urgent! If I didn't deliver you to the house in Seoul before nightfall, I would be fired!" The driver panicked. At this, she paused, he didn't want this poor guy to loose his job because of her. Normally she would have said, "I'll talk to daddy about it and convince him no to," but she knew her father wasn't someone to mess with, she learned that the hard way. A chill ran down her spine as she remembered the horrifying memories. Plus she was getting tired. And what good would she do to Seojun guy even if she get there? Sure the guy looked around her age, but if he's associated with gangster stuff, then at least he must be experienced right?  

"Let's go then,"

As they got into the car, Yeona asked, "Was the car damaged?"

The driver glanced back at her, "No, miss, luckily nothing happened."

"Good," 

That's when she realized, she was still holding the helmet, "shit," she breathed, "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Then she smiled, the guy sure looked all tough and stuff but Yeona kept thinking about the way he ran away, pushing the helmet to the confused girl's arms. She wished she could meet him again, she hoped that nothing happened to him. Sighing she hugged the helmet and rested her chin on it, the sky was darkening as the car pulled up into a driveway of a big mansion. Yeona got off, carrying her bag and the helmet as she walked up to the front door, where her brother was standing with a sly smirk visible on his lips. She eyed him as she faked a smiled, "Hello sister, you may be surprised to hear this but I missed you. By the way, who's helmet is that?" he eyed the helmet on his sister's hands. The driver carried her suitcase behind her. And Yeo-jin went forward to grab the suitcase from him. "It's okay sir, I'll carry it," the driver said earning a glare from the idiot aka her brother, the driver took the hint and handed the suitcase to him.