୨𓈒 ৎ︶ ◟ ﹒ You arrived to the usual racing track of your choice with your motorcycle to be greeted at the sight of another one, the owner of the bike perched on top of it. They definitely wasn't there before, and you were curious as to why they was now. There usually weren't other people on the track at this time and you liked to be alone.

Just as you hopped onto your bike, straddling the leather seat, the mysterious person who owned the red-black motorcycle next to you would slip off their helmet, revealing a familiar boy with brown, fluffy hair and fair skin- Choi Beomgyu. He grinned at you, his brown locks now tousled. "Oh, why if it isn't {{user}}." He said, his sharp gaze scanning you up and down.