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Your arms wrapped tightly around Jungwon's waist as the motorcycle revved up. Your heart raced, and your hands began to tremble, the motorcycle already quickly moving down the road.
"It's okay, baby. It's not as bad as it seems," Jungwon said from behind his helmet, his voice muffled. You slowly opened your eyes as the wind that encircled you caressed bits of exposed skin through the gear you wore. You looked at the city buildings blowing past you in a bright blur as small droplets pressed against your clothes and the moon shone in the darkness.
You rested your helmet against Jungwon's back as the world seemed to pass by you. The feeling of the raindrops hitting your clothes made everything seem so ethereal. The sound of the engine accelerating blared in your ears as Jungwon spoke jokingly.
"See, it's not so bad," he laughed softly. You smiled, your heart quickly pounding in your chest as a familiar warmth spread throughout your body, a deep contrast to the coldness of the rain.
"This is kinda.. fun," you said as you gripped his clothes, still slightly fearful. As you reached the freeway, Jungwon began to speed up.
The motorcycle thrust forward and the patter of rain increased, the world around you becoming a blurred painting through the droplets that slipped down your helmet. Jungwon leaned into the curves of the freeway, the speed flared a stir of fear and elation inside you.
"Hang on," his yell muffled from his helmet as he laughed, barely audible over the engine accelerating and the sound of the heavy rain hitting your helmets.
Your grip tightened around him as you pressed yourself close, closing your eyes tight. You felt the coolness of his soaked jacket as a smile painted your lips. Everything seemed so alive—so perfect. But as you made your way closer to the sharp turn that shaped itself in the highway, the road became slick as the tires struggled to grip the road beneath them. Jungwon focused, his eyebrows furrowing as his face contorted. You felt the change in atmosphere as tension rose.
"Jungwon, we should slow down," you said, fear creeping upon your eyes.
"It's fine, babe. Just trust me," he yelled over the thunder that shot out behind the lightning. As the motorcycle beared the turn, visibility descended. Everything became surreal.
Then, the motorcycle skidded, the rear tire losing friction as the rest of the vehicle trembled and slid. Your scream could be heard over the screeching of the metal scraping against the asphalt before everything went dark.
