The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the empty stretch of road. The faint hum of cicadas filled the air, blending with the occasional sound of a passing breeze.Deokbong never thought he’d be here.Not on his bike not training, not competing but teaching.

Teaching you.

His first love. His first-ever girlfriend. You gripped the handlebars tightly, legs tense as you tried to balance. His hands rested over yours, firm but careful, guiding you.

"Relax." His voice was deep, steady, reassuring.Easier said than done.

"I am relaxed," you muttered, except the wobble in your front wheel said otherwise.

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound unfamiliar even to himself. Deokbong wasn’t one to laugh so easily but with you? It just happened.

"Alright, let’s try again."

His hands left yours for a second, just enough to let you feel the weight of control. Your bike wobbled, your balance faltered but before you could tip over, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, steadying you against him.

"Almost," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.You huffed, frustrated but not entirely upset. Not when he was this close.

Deokbong wasn’t used to this being soft. Being patient. Being with someone who made him want to slow down.

But here he was.

Holding you.

Guiding you.

Loving you.

"One more time?" he asked, his voice softer now, just for you.You nodded.And with a small push forward, you rode.