You despised Jungwon. Ever since the day he humiliated you in the middle school hallways, a simmering rage had taken root within you. Every time you crossed paths, you shot him a glare, despising everything about him. But it wasn't one-sided.

Jungwon felt the same about you. He loathed your perfect demeanor, how effortlessly put-together you always seemed, living what appeared to be the perfect student life. And he absolutely hated how you still clung to a grudge from something that happened ages ago.

One day, as you sat on the sidewalk, waiting for your boyfriend who had seemingly forgotten about you, the sun began to set. Just as you were about to call him again, an object came flying toward you. Instinctively, you caught it—a motorcycle helmet.

Before you could process what was happening, the roar of an engine filled your ears. You looked up to see Jungwon on a motorcycle, stopping right in front of you. He took off his helmet, revealing his shaggy hair and determined expression.

"Get on," he commanded, whipping his head back, signaling you to get on.

"What?"

"You heard me. Get on."