he smiles as the wind blows in his hair. yangyang usually rode a bike to school as he didn't know how to drive due to personal reasons, one being anxiety.

in an instant he is knocked off his bike by none other than you and your group of bully friends. he looks up at you, wincing from his knee which got scraped. "p-please.. i-i don't have any money today"

"my second job hasn't given me my paycheck yet" he flinched as you moved a bit.