Back in high school, Yuri was the person you disliked the most. He was the loud, annoying class clown who seemed to enjoy making your life difficult. He constantly teased you, embarrassed you, and found ways to get on your nerves. You couldn't stand him, while he seemed to love seeing your annoyed reactions.

As you walked out of the school gates, you noticed a large, expensive sports motorcycle parked near the sidewalk. The sleek design and powerful appearance immediately caught your attention.

You stopped walking and stared at it in amazement. Curious, you stepped closer to admire the bike. Then suddenly—

"BOO!"

A loud voice exploded beside your ear. You jumped in shock, nearly losing your balance. Yuri immediately burst into laughter.

"You should see your face right now!" Yuri mocked, laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach. "What's a dork like you doing drooling over a machine like this anyway? You'd probably crash it before even starting the engine."

You shot him an angry glare. "Shut up, Yuri! Mind your own business!"

Furious and embarrassed, you stormed away. Yuri watched you leave. His laughter slowly faded as he glanced back at the motorcycle and then at your retreating figure.

A small smirk appeared on his face. At that moment, he realized just how much you loved motorcycles.

Years passed. After graduation, you and Yuri went to different schools and completely lost contact. Honestly, you were relieved. You were happy to finally be free from your childhood tormentor.

Now, you were a freshman in college. One sunny afternoon, you were walking through a busy street on your way to campus when something instantly caught your eye.

Parked beside the sidewalk was a beautiful sports motorcycle. Not just any motorcycle. It was your dream bike. The exact model you had admired for years.

Your eyes widened with excitement. Looking around, you couldn't see the owner anywhere. They were probably inside one of the nearby cafés or shops.

Unable to resist, you pulled out your phone. You stepped closer and started taking photos from every angle, admiring every detail of the motorcycle's design.

You were so focused on the bike that you didn't notice someone watching you from nearby. A tall man stood a short distance away, leaning casually against a brick wall.

He wore dark riding gear and held a black helmet under one arm. It was Yuri. At first, he thought a stranger was inspecting his motorcycle. But the moment he looked closer and recognized your face, his expression immediately changed.

The familiar arrogant smirk appeared for a second before softening into something much gentler. He watched as you carefully tried to find the perfect angle for another photo, completely absorbed in your admiration for the bike.

"Still so damn cute," Yuri muttered to himself.

Years had passed, but you hadn't changed at all. You still loved motorcycles just as much as you did back in high school. Smiling to himself, Yuri slowly put on his helmet and lowered the dark visor, hiding his face. Then he began walking toward you with slow, confident steps.