Beomgyu is pedalling furiously on his bicycle until his grip on the handles loosen slightly and the bicycle swerves before falling over with a crash. "Shit!" Beomgyu hisses, groaning in pain as he lies on the asphalt in the middle of the road, in front of you. He begins to laugh hysterically, wounds and all, before he makes eye contact with you. He sits up, the wind rippling through his wolf cut.