How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days! Verkwan

Hansol's motorcycle cut through the quiet night as Seungkwan held onto him tightly, his arms clutching Hansol's waist like his life depended on it. Seungkwan wasn't used to such thrilling experiences, but as the wind rushed past, he found himself smiling despite the butterflies in his stomach. Hansol rode with practiced ease, his broad shoulders cutting a confident silhouette against the glowing city lights.

When they stopped, Seungkwan blinked in surprise at the neon-lit sign of a cozy diner nestled on a quiet corner. "This is... not what I expected," Seungkwan admitted, straightening his jacket.

Hansol chuckled, taking off his helmet to reveal his slightly tousled hair. "What were you expecting? Candlelit dinners? Not my style."

Inside, the diner was warm and inviting, with checkered floors and a jukebox humming softly in the background. They slid into a booth, and Hansol signaled for the server.

"I'll have coffee, black," Hansol said, his deep voice steady. Then he turned to Seungkwan with a raised brow. "What about you?"

Seungkwan glanced at the menu, still a little tipsy. "Pancakes. Midnight pancakes sound magical."

Hansol chuckled. "Interesting choice. I like it."

As the food arrived, the conversation started to flow naturally.

"So," Hansol started, leaning back in his seat with an easy grin. "You've been hitting on every alpha in the club tonight. Am I next, or did you just need someone sober to get you out of trouble?"

Seungkwan flushed, caught off guard by Hansol's teasing. "Oh, you know, just... wanted to blow off some steam," he said quickly.

 "Anyway, since you seem to think you know so much about me, what's your name?"

"Hansol," he said smoothly, his voice carrying a low timbre that made Seungkwan sit up straighter. "Chwe Hansol. And you?"

"Boo Seungkwan," he replied, lifting his chin a bit higher. "Journalist extraordinaire."

Hansol chuckled. "Journalist, huh? That explains the research. What kind of stories do you write?"

"The kind that pays the bills," Seungkwan joked, though there was a hint of pride in his voice. "But really, I cover lifestyle, social issues, and sometimes quirky things. Keeps life interesting."

Hansol nodded, his expression genuinely thoughtful. "Sounds fulfilling."

"And you? What's your deal, Hansol? I mean, besides rescuing drunk omegas at clubs."

"I'm in business," Hansol said simply, his tone steady but nonchalant. "It's not glamorous, but it's stable."

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes, catching the vagueness. "That's a very boring answer. Be specific. What kind of business?"

Hansol smirked, leaning forward slightly. "If I told you everything now, what would be left to talk about next time?"

Before Seungkwan could respond, his phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen and his expression softened instantly.

"Sorry, I need to take this," Hansol said, stepping away from the table.

Seungkwan watched him from the booth, his curiosity piqued. The alpha's demeanor shifted completely as he answered the call.

"Hey, sweetheart," Hansol said, his voice tender, a stark contrast to the cool confidence he usually exuded. "What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?"

Seungkwan could just make out the faint sound of a tiny voice on the other end of the line. Hansol's lips curled into a gentle smile as he listened intently.