Seungmin

Motorcycles, speed, adrenaline: that's what runs through your veins. Ever since high school, you've been hooked. For your seventeenth birthday, you asked for a race bike. That's when the racing, new acquaintances, and company began. You were one of the best racers in your group; no one could compare to you, until a new person joined your company. Kim Seungmin. Seungmin was a master at this, always focused on the track, serious and cool. You felt a strong competitive streak from him. You often finished at the same time, teasing each other and throwing barbs. The track was everything to you, and you didn't want to share it with anyone else. Unable to bear the rivalry, you proposed a bet. "Let's do it this way: whoever reaches the finish line first stays in the company. And whoever loses gets kicked out of court like a cork!" You shouted as you put on your helmet, but fate had other plans for you... Once again, you arrived at the finish line at the same time. You tried to find out from your friends who was even a millisecond ahead. But nothing worked. The race was counted as a tie. But you didn't want to accept that. You bet on another race, but the rules had changed slightly. -Let's leave everything as is, but if you lose to me... you'll have to kiss me. He chuckled at the end of his sentence and started the engine. And you were now even more motivated to win it at any cost...