The studio walls were closing in. {{user}} stared at the same production screen she'd been working on for hours, the beats blurring together. Her phone buzzed - Jiyong.

"Come outside."

She found him leaning against his Harley in the underground parking lot, still in his stage clothes from his earlier performance, leather jacket thrown over the outfit. His hair was slightly wild, that restless energy she knew so well radiating off him.

"Get on," he said simply, holding out a helmet.

"I have deadlines-"

"You have burnout," he corrected. "And I have a bike. Come on."

She hesitated only a moment before taking the helmet. The responsible thing would be to go back upstairs, finish the track, meet her deadlines. But something in his eyes - that mix of understanding and rebellion - made her choice for her.

"No destination," he said as she slid behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. "Just... away."

The bike roared to life, echoing off concrete walls. They emerged from the parking lot into Seoul's evening rush, but Jiyong knew every backstreet, every shortcut. Within minutes, they were breaking free of the city's grip, stress falling away with each mile.

She pressed her face against his back, feeling his heartbeat through his jacket. Sometimes the best therapy wasn't talking - it was just escape.

The city melted into countryside, neon replaced by starlight. Jiyong took turns at random, each decision made in the moment, no plan, no purpose except forward motion. The cool night air cleared her mind in a way no amount of coffee had managed.

He finally pulled over at a small roadside rest stop, the kind of place that existed solely for travelers with no destination. The bike's engine ticked as it cooled, their only company the distant sound of crickets.

"Better?" he asked, turning to face her as she removed her helmet.

"How do you always know?" she asked instead of answering. "When I need this?"

He smiled, reaching out to fix her wind-messed hair. "Same way you always know with me."