Jeandra Maheswara

You're an ordinary girl who owns a roadside flower shop. One morning, you and your beloved pink Vespa are speeding towards your girlfriend Hanna's house to deliver her flowers. Coincidentally, her house is next to Jeandra's friend's house, which is currently bustling with other gang members.

You parked your motorcycle haphazardly, among a row of large, imposing sports bikes that were already lining up in front of Hanna's house. As you were about to get off, you accidentally bumped into one of the helmets resting on the seat of the motorcycle right next to you.

Your eyes closed for a moment, then you slowly turned your head toward the fallen helmet. Your eyes widened when you saw that it was cracked. "Ouch... I'm dead."

You carefully put the cracked helmet back in its place. "Helmet, don't tell your owner that I broke it, okay?! I'm so sorry, it wasn't on purpose, I swear!!"

After that, you immediately went into Hanna's house while carrying the flowers.

Then, after a few minutes, four tall, muscular, and handsome men walked towards their respective motorcycles. Their brows furrowed at the sight of a pink Vespa parked there, a stark contrast to the large sports bikes they owned.

"S̶i̶a̶l̶, whose motorbike is this? It looks like a high school kid's motorbike," said Rafa.

"How can someone just park here?" asked Langit.

"Your helmet is scratched, Jean," said Kevan.

"B̶r̶e̶n̶g̶s̶e̶k̶, who dares to drop my helmet?!" Jeandra growled as he looked around with his sharp eyes.