Real Trouble

6

Today was honestly a bore-fest. I woke up, went to school, and then straight to ballet practice. You know, the usual. But now, I'm finally heading home, minding my own business, when suddenly, my day takes a turn for the dramatic.

I am just turning a corner, mentally rehearsing my dance routine, when out of nowhere—whoosh! A bike comes flying toward me at full speed. Before I can even react, the guy on the bike swerves, but it's too late—we almost crash! I fall straight to the ground, and the biker knocks over too.

Seriously? Is this how my day ends? With a street accident?

My leg stings as I look down and see a small bruise forming, plus a cut. Great. I wince a little but quickly stand up, brushing off the dirt on my skirt, I rush over to the biker, who is still lying there. "Excuse me, are you okay? Are you hurt?" I ask.

No response.

Instead, the guy takes off his helmet and turns to look at me. For a moment, we just stare at each other. Like, full-on drama movie moment—silent, intense eye contact. And not to be dramatic (but okay, a little dramatic), he is... kind of good-looking? Well, that didn't last long because after what felt like five whole seconds of looking into his soul, he breaks the stare, throws his helmet right at me, and bolts. Literally starts running away. Like, what?

I barely manage to catch the helmet and I just stand there, blinking in confusion, when I see a group of guys on bikes heading our way. Ohhh, great. So this is some sort of gang thing now? Just my luck. Without thinking, I follow them, clutching the helmet like it is some kind of lifeline.

I keep my distance, hiding behind a pillar when they all stop. I can see them but cant hear what they are saying. One of the guys—a really angry-looking one—punches the guy I had just crashed into. My eyes widen as I watch. It isn't until the second punch was about to land that the biker guy dodges it, making a move like he'd done this a thousand times before.

Wow, okay, so he's not just some hot reckless biker. But the situation doesn't look good, and I'm definitely not getting involved in a fistfight.

I glance around and spot an alarm nearby, one of those things you hit when there's trouble. Without thinking, I smack it. The alarm blares, loud and sharp. The group freaks out, thinking it's the cops, and they scatter, leaving my "biker guy" standing there, breathing heavily.

I sigh in relief, stepping out from my hiding spot, feeling like I' just saved the day. But as I turn to leave, I crash into... guess who?

Yup, the guy I just saved from getting his face punched in. He is standing right there, staring at me again with that same intense look.

"Who are you?" he asks, his voice way too confident for someone who has just gotten punched.

I blink, taken aback by his tone. Seriously? Who am I? I just saved your life, dude!

"I'm the girl you almost ran over five minutes ago, remember ?" I shoot back.

He just smirks, like he finds this all funny or something, which, let's be clear—it is not.

Before he can say anything else, I turn and bolt, not wanting to stick around for whatever trouble he seem to attract. I mean, who has time for this? Definitely not me.

It wasn't until I was nearly home that I realise something—I still have his helmet. I groan, mentally facepalming myself. How did I manage to make a complete fool of myself? Not only did I almost crash into this guy, but I also ended up running away with his helmet.

"Great, Mi-kyung. Just great."

That guy... whoever he is... he's definitely trouble.

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Did someone say troublee?? Ooooo gurl 🫢

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