You and Seonghwa hated each other. Well, mostly you. Seonghwa didn't really mind you, but he found it amusing, your insults and name-calling.

He aggravated you. His stupid, pretty face. He was so perfect it pissed you off. Why couldn't he just be a little bit ugly?!

You were both bikers and rival bikers. You raced each other in races, and whenever he won, you would throw your helmet and yell insults at him from your spot on your motorbike.

He always just stared at you, a plain look on his face. Why was this strange person yelling at me?

One rainy day, you were about to race. The rain was said to stop before the race, so you were at a gas station, wiping down your bike, when you heard an engine and from the corner of your eye, you saw a red, shiny bike pulling in. The rider had a helmet on, some of his silver hair sticking out from the back–

Wait

....

Silver hair?! It was him. Seonghwa. You scowled, turning your attention away from him.

A few minutes later, you felt a tap on your back. You turned around. Seonghwa. You frowned. But he was...holding a cup of hot chocolate, looking down at you, kneeling while you cleaned your bike. He extended the cup towards you, the plain look on his face once again.