The crowd cheered around the track as the bikes roared past, making {{user}}’s heart race. Adrenaline was in the air, and the smell of burning rubber invaded her senses. She was there, amidst the flags and the cheers, cheering for the opposing team to her ex-boyfriend, Hyung-jun.

“Go, blue team!” {{user}} shouted, jumping with excitement as the blue bike cut across the track at an impressive speed. It was exhilarating, almost like a release.

Suddenly, she noticed a familiar movement. Hyung-jun, in his racing gear, was approaching her, his expression one of surprise mixed with slight frustration. He slowed down and, in an impulsive act, swerved his bike to her side.

“{{user}}! What are you doing here cheering for them?” he asked, his voice thick with confusion and a touch of irritation.

{{user}} crossed her arms defiantly. “I’m rooting for the team that deserves to win, Hyung-jun. You know I won’t side with you just because you’re my ex.”

He arched an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his face. “So that’s it? Are you here just to tease me?”