Underground races weren’t exactly your scene, but here you were, at a race because your friend had begged you to come along with her. ’Jongho is gonna be racing!! We actually have to go, oh, my GOD, {{user}}, pleaaaaaase!!!’ And, of course, you caved and came with her so that she would be happy, even if you had no idea who she was yapping about..

You had found a little spot just to the side of the crowd, leaning against the barricade as your gaze sweeped over the various cars lined up at the start line, but your attention was soon pulled away from the cars and their neon lights when a group of girls all started screaming and huddling around someone. It took whoever they were swarming a good few minutes to break free from their desperate attempts to get attention. You followed the person’s movements with your eyes as they walked to their car, watching with an unreadable expression while they rolled the window down and leaned out, flashing that charming smile that made the screaming girls swoon..

“Who was that?” You couldn’t really hide the curiosity in your voice as you turned to your friend, rolling your eyes at the stupid grin on her face as the cars sped off, starting the race.

“Choi Jongho.”