Gunshots rang out as the bike travelled along the highway bridge, squeezed in by a dozen black cars. The biker took out her weapon and pressed the trigger again and again, shooting down her enemies with cold efficiency. Windows shattered and cars crashed into both the sides of the road.

The ensuing chaos caused the remaining cars to swerve and collide into each other, resulting in a massive pile up of crashed vehicles. The bike, however, escaped unscathed with a few neatly executed turns.

The bike sped up towards the end of the bridge, made a sharp pivot to the left and skidded to a perfect stop. The biker raised her weapon once more and fired multiple shots at the heap of cars in front of her.

There was a loud explosion as fire erupted and metal parts were sent flying in all directions.

As the flowing smoke rose high up into the sky, the biker removed her helmet and shook her head slightly, letting her light purple and silky long hair cascade down her back.

A slight crease appeared between her brows as she stared solemnly at the wreckage before her.

"I have finally avenged you, mother..."

"That's a really corny line..." I muttered under my breath, well Korean drama and all.

"And... CUT!"

There was applause all around.

"Excellent, Jisoo-ssi!" the director shouted in Korean as he jumped up from his seat.

A bunch of people immediately swarmed around the girl, taking over her helmet and handing a drink to her.

I pushed myself off the wall I was leaning against. Minion (i.e. yours truly) must get back to work.

I was crouching on the floor, collecting the stuff that was scattered all over when I heard a coughing sound behind me. "Oh hi," I said lightly as I continued packing, "congrats on finishing the last scene."

"...yes," the husky voice replied rather proudly, "it was quite easy."

I raised my eyebrows but did not say anymore. She continued to hang around me awkwardly.

Finally, I put down whatever I was holding and turned around to look at her. She was still dressed in her leather biker suit, the skin tight material leaving much to one's imagination.

"You know, at the way that you're lingering around, I would think that you can't bear to leave me or something."

She processed my words for a while before retorting "N—no!"

I ignored her. "I know, I know, I'm such a nice person."

She gave me a "yeah, right" look.

I stood up and stuck my hands at my sides. "Oh, come on, I taught you how to ride the bike right? Won't you agree that it was really effective? It took only three days, and you're not dead!"

The girl stared at me huffily. She obviously recalled the way I had taught her.

Ahem. Ah, let's just say that the lessons were rather entertaining. For me, at least.

So, it wasn't necessary for me to sit behind her in order to teach her how to ride the bike. Neither was it a requirement that I snuggle up so close that there was almost zero distance between us. But that's the whole point; her reactions were simply hilarious.

In my defence though, I would submit that it wasn't my fault that she blushes so easily. Who would have guessed that it takes just a little more physical contact or a more suggestive choice of words for her to turn bright red?

And though it was most amusing making her squirm, there were also certain, err, incidents, which I was totally not responsible for.

Take, for instance, teaching her how to make a turn.

It was the middle of the night and we were cruising steadily along a deserted road. Ice Princess was controlling the handlebar, but as she was still a little unsteady, I kept both hands loosely on the handlebars, beside her hands.

"Okay, we're doing good so far, so we're going to learn how to turn left."

The girl was a picture of utmost concentration as she nodded her head.

"It's not just about turning the handlebar," I explained, "you have to shift your weight."

I took my right hand off the handlebar.

"Now turn the handlebar…"

"…and shift your weight." I pressed my right palm against her hip.

That did it.

"Whhhoooaaaaa!" My right hand quickly grabbed the handlebar to steady the bike, which screeched to a halt.

"What are you doing?" I asked exasperatedly. The bike had swerved like a drunk-on rollerblades!

She glared at me.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I was just trying to tell you how to shift your weight."

Really now, do I look like a ert?

She merely huffed and turned back to face the front.

"Alright, let's try again."

The engine rumbled. This time, I kept my hands firmly on my lap. For all the little jokes I've been playing on her, I do know that teasing while on a high-speed vehicle is a big no-no.

The bike accelerated rapidly before she shifted the handlebars. I wasn't going to touch her again, but perhaps to spite me on purpose, she leaned so hard to the left that the bike tilted too much.

She instinctively applied the brake.

"Not so hard!" I shouted as the bike started to skid.

Holy!

I lurched forward, and my left hand clutched the handlebar while I desperately tried to use my body weight to tilt the bike back upright.

It wasn't working.

I slammed my left foot down on the tarmac and could feel the heat burning against my sole as the machine continued to slide for a few meters.

Thank goodness, the bike came to a stop.

"Hoooooo, that's a close one." I exhaled heavily as I looked at the girl. "You alright?"

Her face was pallid as she turned her head towards me. Soon, however, splotches of crimson flooded her delicate cheeks.

Huh?

I shifted my gaze downwards.

My right arm was wrapped tightly around her waist to prevent her from falling over. So tightly that our bodies were pressed together, and our faces were barely inches apart.

Well, I had intended to sit close enough to make her squirm. But not that close.

Anyway.

"Didn't you feel safer with me sitting behind you?" I said with a beam, wondering if she was thinking about the same incident.

"You—you—"

Yep. She's thinking about the same incident.

"It was my front pressing against your back. So, it's you who was taking advantage of me."

Jisoo was rendered momentarily speechless. She then rattled off something in Korean, which I didn't understand. Options include: "That's ridiculous!" or "That's (insert vulgar expression) ridiculous!"

I shrugged casually. "Yeah, I know, I'm such a great teacher."

She looked like she was going to burst, so I decided to save my teasing for another day.

"Idiot!"

Okay, I can't ignore that.

"Hey, stop calling me an idiot."

"Then you stop calling me J-Jew ..rl."

I would have snickered if not for the fact that I was getting quite riled up.

"It's Jewel girl . And what I should I call you then? Ice Princess?"

"No."

"Your Majesty?"

"No."

"Girl with snappy temper?"

She paused, clearly not really understanding what I said. But she probably figured that it wasn't complimentary.

"No, I have a name!"

"Oh, so I'll call you Jisoo then. Chi-chuu!"

She stared at me, an incredulous look on her face. "Jisoo-ssi! Or better Jisoo Unnie."

Yeah, yeah princess, like I'm going to let you have your way. I never understood why addressing someone in Korea had to be such a pain.

"I'm a woman of few words. If I've to go around adding 'ssi' or ‘Unnie’ or even ‘Oppa’ to everyone's names, I'll probably exceed my word limit for the day really quickly."

Jisoo snorted.

"Alright, if you wish. But guess what? I'll be happy to share with the rest of the crew how amusing it was to teach you to ride a bike."

The girl turned pale at once. "But that's... That's..." she struggled to find the word.

"That's blackmail, mmmhh," I replied cheerfully.

She shot a hot glare at me.

Well, too bad. She should have known by now that I've always been immune to her glares.

I shrugged and turned towards the rest of the crew, raising my voice. "Ah, Jisoo Unnie, about the bike—"

"Keep quiet!" she hissed not-quite-softly as she grabbed hold of me, covering my mouth with her hand.

"Mmmf!"

Oh dear.

Everyone present had turned in our direction, with stunned expressions on their faces. There goes our superstar's image.

We stood there stiffly as Jewel girl removed her palm slowly. I changed my expression into the most solemn one I could muster. "Great move, Jisoo Unnie. Your taekwondo is most excellent!" I said while trying my best to keep my expression from cracking.

The two of us then quickly fled to her trailer, where we slammed the door shut behind us.

I laughed until the sides of my tummy ached. She continued to glower at me, although I could see the corners of her lips tugging upwards.

"So, wanna change your mind?"

She folded her arms and sighed dramatically, as if she was dealing with some spoilt brat.

"Jisoo," she said, "you can call me Jisoo."

I smirked.Kim Jisoo , finally I cracked the code.

To celebrate the end of filming, the idols and the crew had dinner at one of those noble Japanese restaurants that were tucked discreetly at some obscure street. Everyone was in extremely good spirits, and even Cleopatra and Ice Princess seemed to have reached a temporary truce.

Other than enjoying the extravagant food, there were lots of toasting, cheering and competitions to see who could get alcohol poisoning first. On my part, I was kept busy thinking of new ways to fend off attempts to shove drinks in my face. It couldn't be helped, since my best friend had already given me an ultimatum: No sober, no come home later.

It was well past midnight when the loud party ended. As several crew members were dead drunk, the rest of us had to help in sending them home by cabs.

"That dude weighs a million tonnes…" I grumbled as I strode back into the restaurant, massaging my shoulders. I had just lifted a whale into a cab, someone please give me an award.

My eyes scanned the room. The remaining souls should have enough sense not to repeatedly walk into the door of the cab. I slung my bag across my shoulders, waved goodbye to the others and made my way across the tatami mats.

"Ah..."

I turned my head around to see Jewel girl (or should I say Jisoo?) standing a distance away.

The girl coughed and made a barely noticeable gesture for me to follow her.

I quirked an eyebrow. I then gave her an if-you're-not-gonna-call-me-by-my-name-I'm-gonna-ignore-you-bye! look and started towards the door.

"Je- Jennie!"

The jaws of the rest of the occupants in the room dropped collectively.

I could only flash them a embarrassed smile as the girl grabbed me hastily by the arm and dragged me out into the alley. I would probably be drowning in a sea of questions the next day.

We walked along the alley in silence, until we reached a vending machine.

"Want anything?" I asked as I popped in a few coins and retrieved a can of ice tea.

"Coke. Light."

"Okay," I said with a small shrug.

"So, why did you decide to drag me to this grimy alley?" I twirled the coke can idly in my hand.

She cleared , appearing a little embarrassed. "I..." she began, though her voice immediately trailed off.

I inclined my head slightly in puzzlement. "Uh-huh?"

"The bike..."

Oh. Geez, does it have to be so difficult?

I raised one fist and shook it encouragingly. "You can do this!"

She shot me an annoyed look, but I merely grinned.

"…th—thank you."

Finally.

"You're welcome," I replied brightly.

I then took a big step towards her. "But, you know," I said as I leaned close to her and lowered my voice, "there's a much, much more physical way to thank me…"

I stepped away. "Such as raising my pay!"

I blinked. Why is her face so red again?

"Whoa. What were you thinking about?"

"N—nothing," she stuttered.

That was like, really convincing. And she called herself an actress.

However, I was distracted by the numbing feeling in my hand. "Oh," I said as realized that I was still holding on to her drink.

"Here you go." I had passed the can to her, when I suddenly remembered something.

"Wait—"

Too late. As she plucked open the tab, the liquid gushed out like a geyser. Right onto her face.

"Oops." I let out a nervous laugh. "I've always thought that coke was too gas-y."

"Jennie..." Jisoo growled as she inched towards me. I swallowed hard. I think I have just shortened my lifespan.

Without further ado, I spun on my heels and ran.

"Stop running!" The girl was chasing after me. Boy does she run fast!

"Only an idiot will stop running!" I yelled in return as I continued at full speed. I'm too young to die, thank you very much.

Little did we know, a certain pair of bright eyes was watching us from the darkness.

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Did I mention this is kinda gonna be a slow burn? Those make the best tension & Drama ;)