the choi san, the one who was always in fights, the one who had good grades but a bad reputation, that one guy that your friends told you not to get involved with.

yes, your now... you don't even know what you two are.

you had just arrived at this university when you saw him walking with his group of friends on the hallways, and you asked your friends who it was, but the first thing that came out of their mouths was, "don't talk to him."

but it's seems like fate was testing you by putting san as your seatmate at one of your subjects.

so now, here you are, on another stupid race that he and his friends are doing like almost every weekend; betting and sometimes fighting with other idiots that do the same thing. and why were you here, in the cold, with his leather jacket over your shoulders and your makeup just done? you don't even know.

— "hey, this is the last of the night, okay?" he approached you seconds ago, adjusting his jacket on you, then resting his hands on your arms. and there it was, that damn smile and shiny eyes.

— "you told the same thing almost two hours ago, san " you sighed, adjusting the jacket by yourself on your shoulders, putting away his hands. his smile on his lips trembled for a moment. he didn't want you to be upset with him.

— "after this, we can go wherever you want, all right?"

after that, you see him rush through the crowd of people who are now cheering and screaming. everybody knows and likes him, but not everyone really cares about him.

you didn't like this type of thing because you were afraid, afraid that something would happen to him. when you reach the front of the crowd, you see him getting into his black car, not without first giving you a bright smile when he finds you in the middle of the people. you try to smile back at him, but you still feel nervous about all this.

a tall girl stood up in the middle of the cars, looking at them with a white flag in his left hand. and when you listen to the "go," your heartbeat increases.

in just seconds, you see the cars fade out in the corner of the street, and then the people start moving. but you just stay there, exhaling through your nose. you start to feel more uncomfortable and anxious. the loud voices and the motors of the cars, the screams of the people. even if you have been here a couple of times, this feels strange. not comfortable. it makes your heart race, your palms sweat, and your stomach ache. you thought that you would feel different from last time, but it's always the same feeling.

sighing again, you try to get away from the people around, going to some place more calm, but still close to the street. so you sat on the first plane surface that you found, looking at the parked cars and then at the street. and minutes later, that you felt like an eternity, you finally see san's car far away coming at full speed.

san was about to reach the goal, when in one moment to another, you heard a squeak coming from the wheels, and then his car started to spin along the street. it looked like he lost control.

you run, making your way through the loud crowd. your heart couldn't stop the beating fast when you reached the front. and then is when you finally see how he comes out of his car with a smile full of pride, like nothing happened.

everyone makes their way to him, congratulating him and patting his shoulder. he just smiles and nods to the people who talk to him. you don't know what to think or do, just the feeling of worry in your stomach, like emptiness. his eyes meet yours, and his face changes when he sees yours. letting the people behind, he starts walking to you, and when he finally is in front of you, he slowly takes your hand between his, stroking it with his thumb.

— "hey, what's wrong? you're not gonna congratulate me?" this time, his playful tone is not answered with your smile, as usual.