minho¹

since childhood, you have been distinguished from other children by your violent nature. even your parents didn't know how to keep you in place, you always wanted adventures. you grew up a loud, popular teenager at school, riding bikes, smoking and having fun. in general, like many teenagers in their youth. your parents didn't even try to convince you anymore, they understood that you would do things your own way anyway. closer to adulthood, you haven't changed a bit. you have found a good income by being one of the participants in racing cars. yes, it was dangerous, but they give you a lot of money, you even had enough for your wishlist. one day you met a great man, lee minho. despite your character, he stayed by your side and was always supportive. in your next race, you invited him to watch you take back the victory. and of course he agreed. he sat behind the stands for more than two hours to hear your name in the first place. after it was over, you invited him to take a ride in your car. you spent an hour driving your car around the city at night and talking about different things. at one point, minho stopped in the parking lot of a building and, without explaining anything, just lit a cigarette and started smoking right there. when you looked at him, he was upset about something and seemed to be tense. you tried to talk to him, but he shut you up by sitting you on his hips and puffing on a cigarette. his gaze was more serious than usual. as if he wanted to say something.