이희승. 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗠𝗲

Chapter 19: The Real Intention

Eunseo.

I paced around my living room, anxiously glancing at the clock. I had been waiting for Heeseung, knowing that every minute that ticked by made this whole situation feel more and more like a bad idea.

Why did I agree to this? A fugitive, really? I know why I did, but still, this is ridiculous. I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for my father.

I checked the pistol and the taser I had hidden under my clothes, feeling somewhat reassured. If Heeseung tried anything funny, I'd be ready for him. Still, a part of me doubted I'd even use them-no matter how much I hated to admit it.

A low rumble outside made me freeze.

I moved to the window and peeked through the curtains, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, Lee Heeseung, climbing off his motorcycle in that ridiculous biker wear. His black jacket hugged his figure, and the helmet tucked under his arm only added to his devil-may-care attitude. The way he moved was smooth and effortless, as if the world bent to his will.

I rolled my eyes. Seriously, who does he think he is?

I grabbed my phone and headed out, stepping into the cool night air. He spotted me immediately, his signature smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as his eyes roamed over me.

"You look good," he said, his voice low and teasing.

I shot him a withering glare. "That's so unnecessary."

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Lighten up, officer."

Without waiting for a response, he held out a helmet to me, clearly expecting me to take it.

I hesitated, frowning as the reality of the situation weighed on me again. Should I really be doing this?

Heeseung sighed, stepping closer to me.

Before I could protest, he shoved the helmet on my head, his fingers brushing against my skin as he adjusted the straps. I winced slightly when his hand tightened one of them.

"Ow!"

"Relax, I wasn't even being rough."

His voice had a playful edge to it, as if he enjoyed getting under my skin, as if he wanted to make that sound like something else.

I bit back a retort, annoyance bubbling up at the way he is lowkey flirting with me. He had been like this from the start. Did he really have no respect for boundaries? I'm a cop, and he's a criminal on the loose. There should be nothing like this between us.

And yet...

He pulled back, his smirk widening as he took in my frustrated expression. "See? You can trust me."

"Yeah, right." I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. Heeseung chuckled, as if my resistance only amused him more.

He swung his leg over the bike, settling in the seat before glancing over his shoulder at me. "Hop on. You've got a job to do, officer."

With a heavy sigh, I reluctantly climbed onto the bike. I grabbed onto his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his body through the leather jacket. The engine roared to life beneath us, but just as I thought we were about to go, Heeseung turned his head toward me.

"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?"

"No."

"I could tell." He snickered. "Don't hold onto my shoulders. Hug my waist instead."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

He tilted his head slightly, that ever-present smirk still playing on his lips. "Hold onto my waist. Or if you want... just hold onto the belt of my pants."