The rotors thumped above their heads, shaking the cabin as the chopper soared over the patchwork of city lights below. Seongha leaned back with her arms crossed, listening in silence as Sungjun explained his plan. The night wind slipped through a crack in the door, tugging at the strands of her hair.
When he paused, she tilted her head toward him. "So… why me, Oppa?" Her voice cut through the drone of the blades. "Pavel can flatten the Black Dragon Gang on his own. You don't need me."
Sungjun's lips curled into a faint, unreadable smile in response. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as if weighing how much to reveal. "It's not just you I need," he finally said. His tone was casual, almost teasing.
Seongha frowned, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Not just me? Then what are you planning, Oppa?"
