Hobi's Mine.

3: Helmet.

DANI park the car professionally and it's been five minutes since they arrive and of course ended their live coverage giving everyone a very convincing ending of their vlog.

They just prove how professionals they were and handle the situations that brought them into the highest level of entertainment.

Right now both kept their silence and contemplating. The effects kicks off. Things happened slowly sinks in. Asking themselves, what if they got into an accident earlier? They're good as dead.

On the other part of their head telling them that it was adrenaline rush. A different type of experience. Still trying themselves to be optimistic despite the danger they're in. While they were bombarded with loads of comments popping out their account's comment section.

Carefully she already had took off the helmet and placed it properly at the side. She gave them a rough check. They're just preoccupied by the experience. Right now they're coping up and absolutely fine.

"Jogiyeo." She had to cut off from their respective reveries. Her body's shouting for bed already and she can stay any longer just to wait when will their wits comes back.

With a blank register on their faces both turn their heads to her. Drain by their constant screaming and shouting. Something they'll never dare to try ever again.

She bow formally. "Kamsahamnida." She thanked them and hopped out the car.

Both remained blank at least they nod their head lightly. Acknowledging her, escorting her with their eyes until she's further away from them.

They look at each other.

"Ah...." They scream once more brushing their arms as cold creeps them. They never had encountered a woman like her.

"Ya..." Hobi tilted his head habitually both feet on the leather seat. Amazement in his eyes. "Mwonji?!!" Asking himself.

"I'm sure she's hiding her identity with those nerdy character." Suga brushes his imaginary beard. His detective side is out. "Ankurae?"

"She's cool and she's something." Mimicking how she maneuvers the wheels earlier with fetish. "Sexy."

"Mwo?!!" Suga barked a teasing laugh hitting the leather seat. "Ya mitchjinabwa." He move into the driver's seat facing him properly. His curiosity spikes up. Seeing him like this is something new. Very fresh.

He never shown any particular interest with particular women like how he does with their stranger driver right now.

She's strange. Very peculiar for a woman. She got a load of secrets. Haven't you noticed?" He added.

"I do but, " His eyes landed to her direction. He got a lot to say but decided to keep it for himself for now. Maybe he got drawn himself towards her since he never had met someone like her.

He didn't say a word. He purse his lips showing his cute dimples hiding his thoughts.

SHE comes out the bathroom followed by the steam that filled the room. She make sure to have a nice bath ready to have a peaceful and nice sleep.

Wearing a robe she dry her hip wavy long hair in from of the vanity mirror. As her twin needle point knife was placed beside her CZ Combat 9mm. Its the only weapon she got with her with two rounds of ammo. She can't sleep without any of it under her pillow and bed.

As she continued drying her hair, her eyes landed on the next cottage about 300 meters away from hers. A geniun smile on her lips.

She haven't been delighted and enjoyed her ride for a while now. Their comical reactions and girly screamings were hilarious. Something she never done in her entire life.