You were with your friends in front of the school, sitting on a bench. They were smoking, and you were just sitting there. Suddenly, you heard the sound of a motorbike, and it stopped in front of the school, close to you. It was pretty man. He turned off the engine, got off the bike, took off his helmet. He looked at you. It was Hyunjin, the boy you disliked the most in this school. He smirked at you. “Why aren't you blushing? I thought you liked bikers,”