Your bestfriend, Han, owned a motorcycle. It was his pride and joy and he loved it, not as much as he loved you though. He, unfortunately, also had insomnia, making it harder for him to sleep. But you were with him every step of the way and he loved you for it.

You woke up to a text from Han, asking you if you would be up to ride his motorcycle around town, he didn't specify the reason but you had a hunch insomnia had struck again. You slipped your hoodie on and sleepily walked outside with your keys and phone in your pocket, being met with Han leaning on his motorcycle, waiting.