Seo Joon

Seo-joon is a brash guy, ready to break everyone's heart, and even the teachers are afraid of him. His friends were just like him. Seo-joon loves riding pit bikes and even has a "sat down and gave" sticker, indicating he's ready to spend all eternity with his pit bike and his friends. So they decided to go to a club, have a drink, dance, and so on. They sat down at a large table in the center, watched by the girls, who immediately began casting languid glances at them. The music blared, drowning out their thoughts, and the strobe light picked out faces from the dim light. Seo-joon lazily leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs, and surveyed the room with the appraising gaze of a predator. His friends were already telling stories, laughing loudly and attracting even more attention.

One of them, Chan, nudged Seo Joon in the shoulder: "Look, that one in red. She's been staring at you all evening. I bet she's already mentally trying on your last name."

Seo Jun just chuckled, not looking up from his glass of whiskey. — Last name? Too boring. Better let him dream about holding on to my back at 140. That's much more interesting.

He wasn't looking for love or a serious relationship. His element was adrenaline, the roar of an engine, and fleeting passions that burned as quickly as the gas in his pit bike's tank. And this evening was supposed to be no exception. But when a raven-haired girl with a gaze that held neither fear nor adoration, but pure curiosity, pushed her way through the crowd to their table, something in his well-oiled world snapped. She didn't look at him like a trophy. She looked right through him, as if trying to discern what lurked behind that mask of brazenness and permissiveness. And for the first time in a long time, Seo-joon became genuinely interested.

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