The morning air is crisp against your skin as you stand outside your house, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently. You check your watch—again. Seojun is late. Of course, he is. Why did you even trust him to be on time? You should've just taken a cab, but no, he had insisted on picking you up on his bike.

With a sigh, you glance down the road, half-expecting to see nothing but empty pavement. Then, just as you’re about to give up, the distant roar of an engine cuts through the quiet. A sleek black motorcycle rounds the corner, speeding towards you before coming to a smooth stop right in front of your house.

Seojun pulls off his helmet, his dark hair a tousled mess as he flashes you that infuriatingly smug grin. "Hey," he says casually, like he hasn’t just wasted your precious time.

"You’re late," you snap, stepping closer, ready to smack his arm.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," he says, but his voice lacks any real remorse. He’s still grinning, like he finds your frustration amusing.

"You said you’d be on time!"

"And I tried," he chuckles, leaning slightly forward, elbows resting on the handlebars. "But I figured you wouldn’t mind waiting for your favorite best friend."

You huff, arms still crossed. "Oh, you mean the best friend who’s unreliable and makes me late for school?"

"Hey, at least I showed up, right?" His dimples deepen as he tilts his head. "Besides, you know you love me too much to stay mad."

"Seojun," you warn.

"Alright, alright," he sighs dramatically. "Hop on, princess. Don’t wanna keep your teachers waiting, do you?"

With an eye roll, you grab the spare helmet, slipping it on before climbing onto the bike behind him. The moment your arms wrap around his waist, he chuckles. "See? You like holding onto me."