Illicit: Start to End | Mark Lee

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We back get away
Now it's gonna explode everywhere

Soyoung felt obliged to adhere to his words since he was the manager and knew well of the situation- his haughty and malevolent aura making her build a wall in between the two, mentally noting to stay away from him for whatsoever reason.

Soyoung looked outside, observing how most of the bikers had their eyes on the Corvette and not the GT, soon realizing the tinted black glass provided them with no view of the interior she was seated at.

But she was aware that it wouldn't take long for them to spot her absence in Mark's car- her teeth gnawing at her lower lip when it dawned on her that they barely had any time to counter-react to the bikers' moves and eventually, just another chase was to break out.

Soyoung's lips parted to speak but she was promptly cut off when the sound of the revving engine resonated through the air, her eyes darting over to Mark who faced their opposite end.

She watched as his feet shuffled, both his hands clasped onto the steering wheel stiff and soon the smooth tires began spinning at an insane speed causing the thick wisp of dense white smoke diffusing into the fine air.

Soyoung looked around, her wide eyes barely deciphering the sight in front cause of the intense smog that enclosed the two cars.

"Watch out" The manager stated, gaining her attention- his one hand holding the steering secured while the other was languidly placed on the gearhead.

And just when the forewarning registered in her mind, a prompt twist of his wrist as he switched the gear and hit the throttle and Soyoung was thrown against her seat, her hands instinctively falling onto her sides as she held herself down.

Soyoung's breath hitched in her throat, gasping for air as she watched the car reverse to the rim of the bridge, everything around passing by a blur as they distanced themselves from the bikers.

The motorbikes roared aloud, ready to inch forward but Mark swiftly swerved his car to the side, hindering their way from tailing behind- his dark gaze unwavering on the GT.

Soyoung watched as the fumes gingerly began disappearing into thin air, the vicinity of beyond becoming distinct and the first-and-last thing she could take note of was Mark who sat taut against his seat before the GT receded, spinning in a full circle and facing the roadway towards the streets.

Another switch of the gear and the car propelled forward onto the void lanes with a jab, "What the fuck" She let out under her breath, startled at his driving- reckless yet every inch of his move meticulous.

Soyoung sat pinned onto her seat, feeling the pumping adrenaline streamlining through her veins- chest heaving heavily, pulse palpating behind her ear as her heartbeat spiked at the alarming speed the car paced at.

"You would be surprised. It's the manager though, he holds the highest rank"

Remembering when Hendery explained that the manager was the highest rank holder, or in other words, the fastest amongst all the other sent her heart erratically thumping in her chest.

"Of course," She whispered under her breath, casting a brief look at his slackened figure that sat upright in his seat.

The car pulled into an utterly silent neighborhood reminding her once again that it was somewhere around mid-night, judging based on the shut off lights of the occupied houses and stores in the locality.

"Why are they here? For you?" She began, not being able to hold in her questions for long.

"Don't know" Was all he replied and she knit her brows together, "Wha—" Soyoung broke off when she heard him click his tongue in annoyance, swerving the car to a sharp turn round the corner.

"Listen, I hate conversing when I drive and I won't repeat that again so," He glanced at her, amber brown eyes glowering at her before turning ahead, "Don't get under my skin".

His monosyllabic words leaving his mouth curt and clipped, the sternness in his tone carrying through the air and she pursed her lips together, attempting to keep her emotions at bay.

"Name, your name?" She asked with a brow raised, slightly annoyed at his composed stature while on the other side had her heart in her mouth, beyond alarmed- concerned about the others and for the most part, Mark, who was left alone to deal with the bikers.

The conversation he held with Mark on the phone earlier resurfaced her mind and she looked away, out of the window- slightly irked at his conduct towards her despite being the manger who's responsibility was to acknowledge her about the situation.

"Do I atleast get to know that or not?" She muttered with a twitch of her jaw in the end, eyes closing momentarily to stay composed and push down the rising exasperation in her.

His apathetic gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before he spoke with his rough, raspy tone that held no emotion, "Seo Changbin".

She nodded to herself, eyes darting over to the surrounding that had a tail of high buildings on either sides, extremely close to the heart of the city, wondering why he was heading inside the downtown despite knowing they could possibly confront police during their patrols.

The car gradually slowed down, slipping inside the gloomy roads which where illuminated solely by the headlights of Changbin's car and soon pulled over into one of the driveway of the building which looked deserted and old.

Darkness engulfed them as he halted the car, parking it in a place which she assumed to as the basement of the very abandoned building which was in contrary to all the newly renovated ones on the street way.

"Get down, we're here" He stated drawing out the black cap and mask before mindlessly tossing it onto the backseat- pushing his door open and stepping out.

"What is.. this place?" She asked, reluctant to make any move from his car, eyes still lingering on Changbin's silhouette visible in the dark.

"The Headquarters"

Now you know ;)

Ok but imagine Changbin in this Ford GT spray painted with neon green and orange like that's sexc ✨🤩