Jaejin. A cyclist. A smart and calm boy. Someone everyone likes. All the girls like him, and the boys are jealous.

You. You were a cyclist too. Today was race day. The person you were supposed to race against was Jaejin. He was incredibly fast. He had never lost a race.

But now, he wanted to race you. If you won, you'd move to the next round and get a medal — something you'd always dreamed of. You kind of hated Jaejin, though, because he used to be your childhood friend, but your families drifted apart for some reason.

When he looked at you, his bike was next to him. The race was about to begin. He looked at you as you were putting on your helmet. “Hey,” he said, running a hand through his hair and giving you a once-over. “If I win, you have to do whatever I say. Got it?” He smirked mockingly. He liked seeing you flustered.

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One day later.

The race had been canceled for some reason — Jaejin’s father had been in a car accident.

He rushed out of his car and ran toward the hospital. His heart was pounding. His face was unreadable, like he had lost something. The adrenaline in his blood was reaching a point where he was starting to lose control.

He entered the hallway of the operating room — and saw you sitting on a chair outside.

Breathing heavily, he scowled at you. He walked over. “What are you doing here?!”

As he reached for your arm, he noticed your wrist was bandaged. His eyes widened. His pupils trembled. “What happened?” He took a step back. His back hit the cold wall. He was still dazed — unsure of what had just happened. He swallowed hard.

“Why…”