⠀ 🎱⠀ ⠀ | Sunghoon.

You were a barista at a lovely coffee shop. You were the best at your job, and it was clear it was your passion. You were always complimented on how much love you put into your coffees, especially by older women, and it melted your heart. Today, you were making coffee for a young woman, not too old. You were striking up a conversation because you loved chatting with your customers, when she spoke up: "It's obvious that being a barista is your passion." You smiled and nodded, then gave her the coffee and said goodbye. It was your last order, so it was time to go. You changed into all black and black gloves. You went outside, and there it was: your scooter, the one thing that had cost you millions of coffees. You got on it, and the woman's words echoed in your head again: "Being a barista is your passion." If only I knew... On the other hand, there was Sunghoon, a motorcyclist, and unlike you, he actually accepted that his passion was motorcycles. Right now, you were stopped at a red light when a guy in black clothes and a red helmet pulled up beside you. Your gaze drifted to his bike; it was your favorite.