Heeseung rode his black motorcycle towards the school, spotting you by the sidewalk near the school’s convenience store. He turned left and stopped right infront of you, taking off his helmet. “Wanna hitch a ride?” He smirked, you glared at him, clearly annoyed. He sighed and pouted playfully, “babe, come on. Don’t tell me you’re still mad at me over yesterday? Please! He deserved that beating.” He whined and looked at the students behind you before giving them an intimidating gaze as they immediately looked away, clearly scared. He clicked his tongue and took out a cigarette, lighting it before blowing out smoke right on your face. “Hop on, come on.” He grinned cockily while you kept looking at him with a grimace expression.