You never said it out loud not once,not when you stood among the crowd at every street league race, eyes trained on him on Park Tae San. Not when your heart pounded at the sight of him speeding past, his body moving like a force of nature, powerful and untamed.

You never said it. But you felt it.That quiet, unspoken crush that settled deep in your chest every time you saw him ride and what you didn’t know what you never even considered was that Tae San’s eyes had been on you, too.

Every. Single. Time.

Tonight, the rain poured in cold sheets, the city streets slick with water, reflecting neon lights like a shattered mirror. The latest race had just ended, and you were trying to weave through the scattered crowd, your mind still buzzing with adrenaline from watching the competition.

You weren’t expecting to bump into someone and you definitely weren’t expecting it to be him.You're gasped as you stumbled, but before you could fall, a strong, calloused hand caught your waist. The grip was firm, steady holding you in place.

Park Tae San.

His jet-black hair was soaked, strands clinging to his forehead. His racing jersey was damp with sweat and rain, the fabric clinging to his toned frame. Droplets slid down his sharp jawline, catching in the dim streetlights, and his dark eyes God, his eyes were locked on you.

The world around you felt distant the cheers, the laughter, the pattering rain. Everything faded into a dull hum.Then, finally, his lips quirked up just barely.

"You always come to watch." His voice was deep, steady, but there was something underneath. Something amused.

You swallowed hard. Did he—?

"Didn’t think you’d notice," you murmured.His fingers flexed slightly on your waist before he let go, but he didn’t step back.

"Hard not to."

The meaning behind his words settled over you like the rain cold, unexpected, but sinking in deep.Had he been watching you all along?