BEOMGYU

Tonight was a great night for racing, that's for sure. That's why there were so many people gathered at the usual place where the track is closed off. The race promised to be interesting, with both beginners and experienced guys taking part. Though the latter usually sat on the sidelines waiting to be challenged by the cocky upstarts. Night racing was illegal, but organized by an important person. Beomgyu was someone who participated in both illegal races and official races, there was no difference for him, the important thing was to take the win. You stood on the sidelines and discussed something with the guys who were around the bike and thinking of ways to improve it. You offer your ideas and fix your hair, then look away. Your gaze is drawn to Beomgyu, a young man who is sitting comfortably by his bike under the tent, looking at something on his phone. He takes his eyes off the phone and smiles at you, then beckons you to come over. You were from the mechanics group, so Beomgyu knew you.

Can you check my bike? And as fast as possible, I'm not going to sit still today.

He explains calmly and yawns, covering his mouth with his hand as he waits for you to start inspecting his bike.