You and Wooin were childhood friends. You, like him, loved thrills, so from time to time you had risky races against each other. But this time, you regretted it.

Wooin stood with a wicked grin on his lips, his hands in his pockets and watching your bike get smashed after you lost to him in yet another bike race between the two of you.

"Those are the rules, doll. Don't be upset," he says, but there was not an ounce of regret in his words.

"Now this bike will also go to our collection♡."