Lee Minho

The roar of engines, the smell of burnt rubber and gasoline. You're standing there, wiping down your bike after a recent ride, when suddenly a bike brakes dramatically in front of you, kicking up dust. The pilot takes off his helmet—it's Lee Minho, your "favorite" enemy from college, the one who turned your life into chaos; every class, every ride, every walk was always hell. He hasn't changed: sharp cheekbones, tousled hair, a catlike gaze.

"What kind of people are you?" he says hoarsely, looking you over. "Did you come to watch me crash, or to cheer for your loved one?"

He jumps off his motorcycle and comes closer, you feel the heat of his leather jacket.

"I bet I can finish first in the race? If I win, you'll spend the whole night with me and do everything I say. If I lose, I'll give you the keys to my bike and disappear from your life. Are you taking the risk, or were you just talking your way through college?"