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The Prophecy

The city shimmered under the night's rain, the lights reflecting off the wet streets as if the world had been dipped in silver. Inside the grand penthouse, the air was thick with tension, the soft hum of a city that never sleeps drifting in from the windows. Han Taesan, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the storm rage outside. He should have been satisfied. His empire was thriving, his career on top, but something gnawed at him, a yearning he couldn't shake.

Leehan.

The F1 driver who burned through every race with a fierce intensity. The same intensity that seemed to chase him, even in his moments of stillness. Taesan had never wanted anything so much in his life, but the man was like lightning—impossible to catch, always slipping away when he thought he had him.

Leehan wasn't easy to pin down. He was always in motion, always running, always chasing something. But tonight, he had agreed to meet Taesan, to step out of his world of speed and adrenaline for a moment, to let himself be... seen. Taesan found himself waiting in a room drenched in shadows, his fingers drumming on the polished table.

The door opened with a soft click, and there he was. Leehan, his presence undeniable. Dressed casually but with the same confidence that he carried onto the track, his eyes—dark and unreadable—met Taesan's. It was a stare that could disarm anyone.

"I thought you said you wouldn't chase me," Leehan said, his voice low, a trace of amusement dancing at the corner of his lips.

Taesan smirked, crossing the room in a few long strides. "I never said I wouldn't try," he replied, voice smooth, with an edge of something deeper. Something dangerous.

Leehan's smile faltered for a split second before he shrugged, his eyes never leaving Taesan's. "You're wasting your time. I'm not easy to catch."

Taesan's eyes glinted in the dim light, something dark and playful dancing behind them. "I'm not trying to catch you, Leehan. I'm trying to keep you." His voice was soft but steady, the words landing like a heavy weight between them.

Leehan's breath caught for a moment, his expression shifting—just slightly—but enough for Taesan to see the crack in his armor. The truth that had always lingered beneath the surface, something both fragile and fierce.

"You can't keep what doesn't want to stay," Leehan muttered, almost as though trying to convince himself more than Taesan.

"I can make you want to stay," Taesan said with quiet confidence, stepping even closer. He leaned in, his breath warm against Leehan's ear. "If you'd let me."

Leehan pulled away slightly, his brow furrowed. His chest rose and fell with each breath, but Taesan could see the uncertainty behind his eyes. He wasn't the type to admit weakness, but tonight... Tonight was different. They were standing on the edge of something neither of them could control, a storm as dangerous as the one raging outside.

"I don't need anyone," Leehan finally said, his voice laced with a hint of something... almost desperate. "I've always been on my own. Always had to be. What makes you think you're different?"

Taesan's gaze softened, the cool exterior cracking just enough to reveal the depth of what he was offering. "Because I don't want to change you. I just want to be the one you lean on when you can't outrun it anymore."

Leehan laughed, but it was hollow, tinged with something darker. "You think you can save me, Taesan? I'm not someone who can be saved."

"No," Taesan said, his voice now steady and firm. "But I think I can be the one you turn to when the race ends. When you're not the fastest person in the room anymore, when you stop running."