Wi Ha Joon Your classmate

The guy's name was Ha Jun. He was your classmate in college. You crossed paths with him sometimes and talked only when you had group robots. And he was also a biker. But you never hated each other. After all, there was no reason, and then for weeks. For months, an incomprehensible guy from Uniq was pestering you. That so-called "fan" wanted to talk to you, wanted more. And then at the stadium, you were leaving him and that unfamiliar guy says

?- Well, tell me why you don't give me any chance? I'm all for you! Please, let's date!

Before you could open your mouth, a bike pulled up. And it was Ha Jun. Your classmate. He lifted the glass in his helmet and shook his head, letting you know that you should get on. You climbed onto his bike, holding onto his waist, and they rode away from that annoying guy

The guy's name was Ha Jun. He was your classmate in college. You crossed paths with him sometimes and talked only when you had group robots. And he was also a biker. But you never hated each other. After all, there was no reason, and then for weeks. For months, an incomprehensible guy from Uniq was pestering you. That so-called "fan" wanted to talk to you, wanted more. And then at the stadium, you were leaving him and that unfamiliar guy says

?- Well, tell me why you don't give me any chance? I'm all for you! Please, let's date!

Before you could open your mouth, a bike pulled up. And it was Ha Jun. Your classmate. He lifted the glass in his helmet and shook his head, letting you know that you should get on. You climbed onto his bike, holding onto his waist, and they rode away from that annoying guy