𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐓 ☾ │Park Sunghoon

☐ 04

Midnight run

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The night stretches before them, a canvas of possibilities waiting to be painted with their shared moments. Yuna's fingers graze the edges of the cards, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she selects another one.

"Number 3: late night drives on a motorbike, like fallen angels,"

she reads aloud, her voice carrying a hint of exhilaration.

Their figures meld into the sleek lines of the motorbike, the engine's hum a melodic backdrop to the anticipation that simmers between them. The wind tousles their hair as they navigate the open road, the world around them cloaked in darkness and secrecy.

With a fierce sense of freedom, Yuna releases one hand from its grip on Sunghoon's waist, the other raised to the sky. Her laughter rises on the wind, a symphony of carefree abandon as she screams into the night. In that moment, she's a whirlwind of energy and untamed spirit, a radiant force that he can't help but be drawn to.

He chuckles at her uninhibited behavior, the sound a warm echo that intermingles with the night's whispers. His gaze drifts to the rearview mirror, capturing the essence of her unrestrained joy. There's something about her, an enigmatic quality that beckons to him, a hidden vulnerability that makes him yearn to protect her, to hold her close and shield her from the world's uncertainties.

As the motorbike dances along the empty streets, their shared laughter melds with the symphony of the night. The cool breeze kisses their skin, carrying with it a sense of liberation that transcends the mundane. With each passing mile, the unspoken bond between them deepens, threading its way through the fabric of their shared experiences.

In the darkness of the night, they are two souls on an adventure. And as the wind carries their laughter into the unknown, he can't shake the feeling that destiny has woven their paths together.

After their exhilarating motorbike escapade, they stroll in tandem, their steps in harmony with the rhythm of the night. Yuna's voice chimes, sparking a conversation that slips into the interlude.

"Do I have to pay for this afterward?" she inquires, her tone a playful blend of curiosity and mischief.

A knowing grin tugs at his lips. "Yeah, kind of."

Her eyes gleam with a devilish glint as she continues. "Park Sunghoon... you're that PSH bank guy, right? I got a loan from your bank. Took 5 million won, 36 months to pay."

He pauses in his tracks, side eyeing the girl next to him. "Is this girl for real?" he wonders, bemusement coursing through his thoughts.

She simply wiggles her eyebrows at him, undaunted by his reaction. "But I have to say, you guys have got a cool system. Open an account, submit a loan request, and voilà – the next day, money's in your account. Instant gratification."

A smirk tugs at his lips, a mixture of pride and amusement coloring his response. "I happen to know. It was my idea."

She laughs, a musical sound that dances on the wind. "Ah, you're already flexing."

As they amble, their footsteps gradually lead them to a waiting helicopter. The next task on their list beckons, a challenge that thrills them both.

Number 66: Spend 10 million won in a day.

Within the sleek confines of the helicopter, the atmosphere takes on an air of excitement. The whir of the blades creates a symphony, their laughter a harmonious counterpoint. The city sprawls below them, a tapestry of lights that mirror the stars above.

As the helicopter soars through the night, their inhibitions fade away. Laughter cascades like music, mingling with the cool breeze that rushes through the cabin. There's a palpable camaraderie between them, an unspoken understanding that binds them in a unique adventure.

In this elevated space, they embrace the thrill of the moment, casting aside any worries that may have lingered. With every passing minute, the connection between them deepens, and the night becomes a canvas upon which they paint memories – vivid, unfiltered, and alive.

After their eventful night, the city's pulse gradually fades into a tranquil rhythm as he guides her back to the familiar haven of her home. She turns to him, gratitude painting her features. "Thank you for today. It's been so long since I've felt like this," she confesses, her voice carrying the weight of genuine appreciation.

An offer extends from her lips, tentative but filled with a genuine desire for more. "Would you like to come in for a coffee?"

His reply is measured, a blend of regret and promise. "Maybe next time."

A moment stretches between them, an awkward pause hanging in the air. They stand on the precipice of uncertainty, their gazes locked, the unspoken tension tangibly present.

In an uncharacteristically bold move, Sunghoon leans in, his lips grazing her cheek in a fleeting kiss. "I had fun today too," he murmurs, his voice soft yet weighted with significance.

She's left momentarily breathless, the touch lingering like an echo. "You're coming here tomorrow, alright?" she proposes, a teasing glint in her eyes. "So I won't have to take out another loan."

The air is charged with a delicate tension, a connection that defies words. And as they part ways for the night, the memories of their shared adventure become a tapestry woven with unspoken promises, drawing them ever closer to the enigma of what lies ahead.

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