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"Don't chase the rabbit"

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You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere. Maybe we make a deal. Maybe together we can get somewhere. Any place is better. Starting from zero got nothing to lose. Maybe we'll make something. Me myself I got nothing to prove. — FAST CAR

Stifling back a tired yawn, Gikwang let out a lowly sigh underneath his breath. It was another late nighter for the twenty-four year old daeri unjeon. He had just finished his last drop off in the Gangnam-gu district part of Seoul. He knew he had to take on some clients and shifts in order to keep up with his non-official cover for the National Intelligence Service, but he didn’t expect it to be so… tiring. Glancing at the digital clock on the dashboard he made note of the time.

4:04 AM

❝ How ironic, ❞ he snorted. The inner computer nerd in him found it to be hilarious.

Gikwang looked at the clock, expecting to see what ungodly hour it was, only to not find what he was looking for-- an error message. While it may be metaphorically speaking, he couldn’t help but find it to be befitting. Perhaps it was the universe's strange and unconventional way of telling him to contemplate his life.

Turning on the radio, he connected the auxiliary cable to his black iPhone. Too preoccupied focusing his attention on the road, he pressed play to his music playlist without even looking just so he wouldn't have to drive across the river in silence. Suddenly, the tune of ‘Fast Car’ played over the speakers of his white Audi A7 TDI -- a cover by Boyce Avenue. ❝ Life is just full of ironies tonight, ❞ he laughed.

A lot has happened to him over the course of a year. There were things that happened that he never expected; things that happened that he wished didn't happen. On the other hand, there were things that happened he was glad that happened.

Regardless of what could have or should have happened, he wonders what else the future could possibly hold in store for him. Perhaps, more than he could ever hope for.

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Speed: There's just something about the adrenaline rush he gets when he's cruising on the highway way above the maximum speed limit. Even though he know's it's reckless and illegal, he just can't help it sometimes. The feeling of being behind the wheel going 80+ mph at night is indescribable. This is his way of literally living on the edge.

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« yunnki »

dear kikwang,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Ace of Spades? Did you miss the wonderful banter and loud, melodious voice that I provided you with everyday for two months? I bet you have, ‘cause I sure missed your stupid video games and rancid messes. Does everyone still think the nerdy IT kid is too good looking for it to be fair?

Alright, aside from the nostalgia of things I’ve completely made up in my head, I’m hoping that you’re still a driver. I need you to drive me in a couple hours. A couple being 12-ish hours. Maybe. Maybe more. Point is, I need you to help me for the night.

There’s no one I can trust enough to be drunk around and you’re as close to “trusting” as trusting gets for me. Just call me Kijoon in public and don’t talk to me like I’m some sort of police officer. I quit that for now, but I’ll get back probably, just not now.

Do that and I’ll try to shut up about your agency business. I’ll have cash in my pockets so just grab what you need and I’ll put the address of the pick-up location under this.

Yongsan-gu, Itaewon-dong 118-23.

Keep your head down and stay in the car and the foreigners probably won’t talk to you, no problem. I’ll tell you the directions to the place I need to be dropped of when you pick me up. Maybe. If I start talking nonsense I’ve got the address on my phone.

Don’t flake out on me, Leeki, I’ll see you then.

‘Who sends messages like these anymore?’ he silently thought after reading the letter. Kikwang had to admit, this wouldn’t be the first method of communication he would choose to hire himself for his non-official cover job. However, knowing the other as well as he did, he understood why he did what he did. If Kijoon wanted to keep this off the records, there wouldn’t be a paper trail linking both of them together if someone were to track via online. It was quite ingenious actually and he had to commend him for that.

Placing the open letter on the tea table, Kikwang looked at his watch before letting out a sigh. The only information he had was the pick up location and that money was ensured. Other than that, he wasn’t sure when exactly Kijoon needed him by so it left him wondering when he should head out for the job.

                       ❝ Yongsan-gu, Itaewon-dong 118-23, ❞ he repeated out loud                            to remember. ❝ I guess I should be heading out soon then. ❞

With that said, he grabbed his jacket and his key and made his way out of the apartment complex. It didn't take him long to reach the pick up point; approximately a  thirty minute drive from Cheonguk Apartments. So when he got there, putting the car in park near the destination, he did as he was told and patiently waited in the car. If luck were on his side tonight, Kijoon should be coming out of there any moment now.

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❝ Were you talking to me? ❞

Kikwang let out a small sigh before he raised an eyebrow at the unknown woman. It was now obvious to him she wasn’t paying attention. That or perhaps it was his fault for speaking too fast. However, he honestly couldn’t help it when it was a nervous habit the often does subconsciously. Nodding his head to answer her question, the twenty-four year old repeated himself for the second time, asking her,

                       ❝ Did you call for a designated driver or not? ❞