You were a biker, known around your town for how you competed in races and almost always won them.

Yeonjun was bowling one night with his friend, Beomgyu. They had made a bet about who would win or get a strike first.

"Watch this, Gyu. I'm gonna win." Yeonjun grabbed a ball, slipped his fingers into it, and held it up, rolling it onto the lane. He knocked down all of the pins except one, which made him pout as he backed up, letting Beomgyu have a turn.

They played a few more rounds before Beomgyu sighed, sitting down with Yeonjun next to him.

"Jun, go get us some food, will you?"

He sighed, standing up and brushing off his baggy jeans.

"Fine.."

He walked away to the line to get food. It was moving slowly but surely. After a bit, he could smell cigarettes, alcohol and...gas? There were two men (he was pretty sure) behind him. Their voices were smooth and low, conversing, and he could catch something about motorcycles.

He wrapped his arms around his waist, covering his middle, which was exposed by his pink crop top. He felt a bit self-concious with two men standing directly behind him. He whined softly at how long the line was taking, when soon, Beomgyu walked over.

"Oh my God, the line is taking so fucking long!" He sighed, his shoulders, slumping.

Beomgyu giggled softly. "Cheer up, hyung." He gave his shoulder a soft pat before a voice spoke up behind them. They turned their heads. It was the bikers. One with blonde hair and the other with black.

"You're cute.." The blonde one spoke with a smirk, looking directly at Beomgyu.

Beomgyu scoffed, but Yeonjun could tell how flustered he got.

"Yah! Back off, creep!" He crossed his arms.

This was where you came into play. You were the black haired biker, and your eyes were on Yeonjun. He was cute..and so pretty.