the engine of bangchan’s yamaha roars as he speeds through the highway, passing cars without a care. earning some angry honks from drivers. bangchan didn’t mind. he was living life, doing whatever he pleased.

it was about twelve a.m. he was getting a bit hungry. parking his motorbike at a corner store and walking in, buying gimbap along with some soju. he paid and walked out. sitting on the edge of the sidewalk and lighting a cigarette. taking a long drag from it and exhaling the puff of smoke in the air.

you decided to get some ramen after your late night shift. parking your car and walking in the corner store. bangchan watched as you walked in, taking a bite of his gimbap with wide eyes. “damn.” he whispered to himself, sipping his soju. flicking his cigarette as he stood up and approached you as you walked out.

“hey, i like your car.” bangchan said with a small smirk, nodding his chin at your mustang, the sound of the engine was beautiful to bangchan. he was definitely interested.