It was a normal day. You were with your friends in front of the school, sitting on a bench. They were smoking, and you were just sitting there. Suddenly, you heard the sound of a motorbike, and it stopped in front of the school, close to you. It was a man with a toned body. He turned off the engine, got off the bike, took off his helmet, and fixed his hair. He looked at you. It was Han, the boy you disliked the most in this school because he played with your feelings.He smirked at you.

“Why aren't you blushing? I thought you liked bikers,” he said with a teasing voice and chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair. He was playing with you again.