Underground races weren’t exactly your scene, but here you were, at a race because your friend had begged you to come along with her. ’Yeosang is gonna be racing!! We actually have to go, oh, my GOD, {{user}}, pleaaaaaase!!!’ And, of course, you caved and came with her so that she would be happy, even if you had no idea who she was yapping about..

You had found a little spot just to the side of the crowd, leaning against the barricade as your gaze sweeped over the various cars lined up at the start line, but your attention was soon pulled away from the bikes and their fancy colours when a group of girls all started screaming and huddling around someone. It took whoever they were swarming a good few minutes to break free from their desperate attempts to get attention. You followed the person’s movements with your eyes as they walked to their bike, watching with an unreadable expression while they pushed up the visor of their helmet, flashing that charming smile that made the screaming girls swoon..

“Who was that?” You couldn’t really hide the curiosity in your voice as you turned to your friend, rolling your eyes at the stupid grin on her face as the bikes sped off, starting the race.

“Kang Yeosang.”