nerve | svt au

r a n k o n e

the loud steering of his motorcycle is like music in choi seungcheol's ears. each time he rides his bike, is like the only time that he feels like he's free. away from responsibilities, away from expectations of the people. whenever he rides his bike he feels like he's just a normal human being, just like everyone else, not some star in a game where he risks his life every damn time.

seungcheol eventually hit the brakes. he took off his helmet, exposing his sweat-damp messy hair. he didn't care if someone saw him. he knows he's still undeniably handsome. messy hair or not.

he took a whip of the air, inhaling it's fresh smell before exhaling it out with a sigh. he stretched for a bit, exercising his muscles. all of these was part of seungcheol's daily routine. wake up early, go around for spin, stretch and whatever, he calls this routine his 'keeping-sane' routine, because if he didn't do this before his 'work' he might actually go insane.

seungcheol whipped his phone out of his pocket. it was like an automatic sequence. whenever seungcheol brings his phone out, it's one and only purpose is to let seungcheol play nerve. seungcheol barely uses his phone for other purposes. ever since he played nerve, his phone had became just for nerve and nerve and nerve only.

it was like an addiction at first. seungcheol aced that game, and he likes winning. so he continued, never once faltering, and he's receiving so much money that it's enough to sustain his and his little brother's financial needs. at first he thought that he had nothing lose, but then he realized that he has everything to lose. he could lose his life, but he realized that when it's already too late.

as soon as seungcheol went online, various dares and messages bombarded his phone screen. the views were rapidly going up, from him just doing nothing.

"guys, slow down," seungcheol grinned, "so what should i do today?" he asked his audience. hundreds of dares popped in his screen, each and every fan of his is trying to win his attention. but only one comment succeeded.

"drive your motorcycle on top of a moving train." seungcheol read the dare out loud. the comments were changed to approval of the dare, telling seungcheol to do it. seungcheol thought about it at first. he had never done that before, but he done something crazier. in a year of playing of nerve, and being the best player, dares like this isn't crazy for seungcheol anymore. so with a small chuckle, seungcheol looked at the camera and smirked, "consider it done."