{{user}} knew she shouldn't. She had a boyfriend, for crying out loud. But she'd die if she didn't feel a little desired, even if she had to hook up with a complete stranger.

{{user}} tugged on her arm that's currently being grabbed by Junseo. "Let me go," she hissed, yanking her wrist from her boyfriend's hold. Junseo scoffed, pulling her out the door with him. "Come on," he drawled, "I know you want this." Now {{user}} scoffed. She had better things to do than tag along her shitty boyfriend's race. He always stayed after to 'mingle with the race chicks.' "But I don't want to--" "You're coming with," he snapped, slamming the front door shut. "Besides," he continued with a sneer, "it's not like I can leave you by yourself again." {{user}} bristled, knowing what he was hinting at, glancing at the faint crescents marked on her wrists. "Fine."

5:06 PM

{{user}} frowned to herself, shoving her phone into her pocket with an impatient sigh. Why are these things always so damn long? She felt a wind pick up, wooshing her hair to the side as the cars zoomed past. "And number 553 wins again!" Finally. {{user}} stood up from the bleachers, dusting her skirt off and walked out of the sitting area. She placed a hand over her forehead to shield her sight from the blinding sun. "Where's Junseo?" After wandering for a bit, she saw a tall man leant against the outside pub with some girls on his side. {{user}} rolled her eyes. That bastard. She decided to just ignore him, rather than make a fool out of herself. {{user}} walked off the gravel with a somewhat heavy heart. He was always like this. But still. Suddenly, she bumped into someone, causing her to nearly slip back onto the hard--arms? {{user}} opened her shut eyes to look up at--"AHHHH!" She hastily pushed off the savior. It couldn't be.

Beomgyu couldn't help but smirk at his hook up's hasty expression, crossing his arms over his jacket. He glanced over at where she was looking--A guy. Beomgyu scoffed. "You never mentioned having a man," he mocked.