“Hey, doll face.” Wooin’s voice is poisonously sweet as he approaches your usual spot after the races. Different teams meant a forbidden relationship.

But he traces his knuckles against your cheek regardless. He stares you down with a smirk. “Meant to congratulate you earlier, yea?”

You always do this; meeting him in the shadows. You’ve considered ending this multiple times, but you’re his favorite. His doll. He wouldn’t let you off the hook that easy.

“But ya wouldn’t want that, huh?”