One day in Seoul 🇰🇷

🇰🇷: 44

I woke up with a grin on my face, stretching lazily as I replayed everything from last night in my head. The revelation that Nathan and John might be brothers had me feeling on top of the world. I could already imagine the looks on their faces when I finally tell them-mga gago, they have no idea how connected their lives actually are. Ang saya lang isipin that fate had brought them all back together, even if in the weirdest and most dangerous ways.

I stood up, glancing at the mirror, flexing out of habit. My dragon tattoo, the one with snakes wrapped around it, glistened in the early morning light. I ran a hand over it, remembering why I got it in the first place. It wasn't just about power or strength-it was about survival and control, the two things I've mastered in this chaotic life of mine.

After that, I made my way downstairs. The house was still, the air thick with the remnants of last night's drinking session. Nathan and Daniel were probably still knocked out cold in their rooms. Mga lasing nga sila kagabi, buti na lang hindi ako masyadong nalasing. I chuckled, thinking of how they stumbled up the stairs, barely able to walk straight. The memory made me smile.

I whistled as I moved through the quiet space, thinking about seeing Sarang and Katarina later. Just the thought of them brightened my mood. My life wasn't perfect, but damn, they made everything worth it. I was planning on grabbing some coffee when suddenly I heard frantic footsteps coming down the stairs.

I turned just in time to see John struggling with his jacket, looking like he was in a mad rush.

"Bro, anong nangyari?" I asked, feeling my stomach tighten with concern.

"May tumawag from the office. They found a dead body in some back alley sa remote area. Kailangan ko nang pumunta," he replied, his voice tense as he moved quickly, like he didn't have a second to waste.

I stepped in his path. "Relax ka muna, John. You're not fully sober yet. Mukha ka pang hindi gising dahil sa hangover mo," I said, trying to make him pause for even a second. He looked like he could barely walk straight, let alone drive.

"There's no time, Francis," John snapped, his tone sharp but desperate. "Kailangan ko nang pumunta. This is serious-My job needs me."

I shook my head. "Bro, seryoso ka? Lasing ka pa, John. Ano? Papunta ka sa crime scene para mamatay ka rin sa daan? No way. Hindi ka pwedeng mag-drive ng ganito."

He groaned, rubbing his temples. "Francis, trabaho ko 'to. Hindi mo naiintindihan. This is what I do! And if you're trying to go with me, please don't."

I could feel my annoyance building, but I wasn't about to back down. "Alam ko 'yan. Pero ganito- ako na ang magda-drive. You're in no condition to get behind the wheel."

John gave me a look. "Francis, this isn't a joke. I can't just bring you to a crime scene. You're not a cop, come on, bro!"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I'm not a cop, but I know how to drive. And right now, mas may sentido pa ako kesa sa'yo. You can barely stand straight. Kapag tinuloy mo 'to, I'm telling you, baka ikaw ang maging susunod na iimbestigahan."

He tried to walk past me, but I grabbed my jacket and keys, already leading the way to the driveway. "Seriously, Francis, you're not coming," John insisted, trailing behind me.

"Not coming? Ano sa tingin mo ginagawa ko ngayon?" I shot back, opening the car door. "Get in. Hindi ako tanga. You can either let me drive or risk crashing into something out there. Your call."

John stared at me for a moment, his frustration evident. He knew I was right, but it wasn't in his nature to admit it. "Hindi pwede 'to, Francis. It's not safe for you either. A lot of police officers will be there."