soobin had anger issues. everyone knew it. ever since he got his motorcycle at 17, speeding became his escape. bad day? speed. argument? speed. from 90 to 130 mph. reckless, but familiar. then he met you, his girlfriend. the only person who ever made him want to slow down.

you hear the roar of his bike outside. too familiar. you wait.. and wait.

finally, the door swings open. helmet in hand, eyes stormy, he mutters, “wanna get on? i’m going for another ride.”