Jonsu looked at you with his deep eyes, speaking calmly but with a seriousness that couldn’t be ignored. He said, “You’re not allowed to go out at night. Your father is still looking for you, and if he finds you, he won’t hesitate to take you. Promise me, don’t take any risks.”

You nodded reassuringly, but inside, there was a fire of rebellion burning. Living under such restrictions wasn’t easy, even if it was for your protection.

At midnight, you quietly snuck out of your room. The mansion was silent, and your light steps were barely audible. You put on your black leather outfit, grabbed your helmet, and took the motorcycle you had hidden in the garage.

You sped through the dark streets, feeling the cold night breeze on your face. Arriving at the illegal street race, the crowd of racers and spectators welcomed you with the loud roar of engines and blaring music.

As you prepared for the race, you felt a sharp gaze pierce through you. Turning around, you saw Jonsu standing in the crowd, his face furious and his eyes blazing. He walked toward you with steady steps, his voice filled with a mix of anger and concern: “I told you not to go out! Do you realize how dangerous this place is?”

You tried to keep calm and said, “I control my life, Jonsu. I can’t live under your rules all the time.”

Before you could finish, he grabbed your hand firmly but gently, pulling you closer. His voice dropped to a low but firm tone: “I understand you hate being restricted, but you don’t understand… Your life means everything to me. If something happens to you, I’ll never forgive myself.”

His words were enough to make you back down. But before you left, you whispered with a small smile, “I already won the race before it started, didn’t I?”

Jonsu couldn’t help but smile back and said, “Maybe. But from now on, you’re never going out alone again.”