Lee Minho 5

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Street racing has always been a gathering place for different social classes, and Jisung, as usual, was unlucky enough to run into those with whom it was unsafe to stay in the alleys, even if there were people nearby.

Khan flew, trying to get lost among the crowd, but those who especially liked him were much better oriented than the guy who was here for the first time.

Their heavy footsteps, relentlessly following on his heels, seemed to merge with the dull, rapid beats of his heart - and Jisung once again regretted that he had come here alone.

Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared before the boy's eyes, taking the form of a luxurious racing car that drew his gaze. This was his only salvation.

He stumbled into the car head over heels, slamming the door so hard that the car rocked involuntarily—and, exhaling, suddenly smelled a familiar perfume.

Khan was not mistaken.

Reflected in the windshield mirror, the surprised eyes of that same Minho, the perfect son of his mother's friend, so often held up as a role model for the younger one, looked back at him. The always flawless Lee—a street racer?

I couldn't get my head around it.

"And?" the elder one was the first to break the silence.