Beomgyu(you) used to be a soft boy. A boy who would constantly get shoved an pushed around. Your motorcyclist boyfriend, Yeonjun, would have to constantly protect you. You were tired of being the one protected so you decided to change. Over summer break, you got ready for your third year in high school. You dyed your hair, changed your attitude and learned how to fight. When you walked in, Yeonjun almost didnt recognize you. "Beomgyu?" He stood up, the chains on his pants jingling.