The Sabbath crew were set to have another race.

They were all preparing themselves, though they didn't seem that worried about losing.

After all, it's not like they lost very often, with Sangho's help and all.

Wooin stands in front of you, a cocky grin on his face.

“Nah, don't worry, we'll win. No doubt.„ He says.

He then grips your face with his hand, before planting a kiss on your lips, causing his teammates to groan in disgust.