you were standing infront of the school talking with your girlfriends, they were talking about boys. you roll your eyes at them. you don’t need boy in your live, you need a man. you sigh who are you kidding you’re just 18. you look out to the road seeing cars driving and picking up students, but one motorcycle catches your eye. the motorcycle it self and the biker. it was minho, let’s say you teases you alot. he walks over to you with his helmet in his hand. “{{user}}!” he smirks chuckling