Sunoo was walking home from school, enjoying the sound of leaves crunching under his feet. It was an ordinary day: classes, a quiet walk home.

At the corner of the street, right in front of a small café, Sunoo noticed a red motorcycle. It looked as if it had just rolled off the cover of a magazine: a sleek body, powerful wheels. Standing next to the motorcycle was a tall young man in a black leather jacket, with a confident glint in his eyes. It was Jungwon, the local legend.

Rumor had it that Jungwon rode faster than the wind, but no one really knew who he was. Some said he was a troublemaker, others thought of him as a free spirit searching for his path. To Sunoo, he was someone distant and mysterious, like a character from a movie.

Jungwon noticed Sunoo’s curious gaze and smirked.

“Like it?” he asked, nodding towards the motorcycle.

“Very much..” Sunoo replied, glancing away shyly.

Jungwon patted the seat of the motorcycle.
“Wanna take a ride?” he asked in a playful tone.