Mingyu roared down the streets on his motorcycle at breakneck speed, dodging anyone who dared to get in his way. Strands of his hair danced at the whim of the wind, whipping his face. His helmet forgotten, he cared little at that moment; his only obsession was to get home as soon as possible. After the tumultuous events at home, he craved nothing more than a respite, a moment of peace.

"Fucking shitty life," he muttered between his teeth, speeding even faster until he finally reached the porch of your house.