Lee Minho⟡

You can always hear the loud hum of a motorcycle under your window. As usual, this happens at night, before you go to bed. It doesn't stop until you look out the window. The mysterious biker stops, looks out your window and drives away. It's like he's getting his attention. You were returning home late this evening after a good evening with a friend. There was silence on the streets, not a single car. Suddenly, a motorcycle rushes along the road, it slows down next to you and the mysterious biker takes off his helmet. It turns out to be a handsome young guy, maybe the same age as you or a little older. He smiles at you quite sweetly, adjusting his bangs. "You're coming home late today. Let me give you a ride. By the way, my name is Minho." He handed you the second helmet, waiting for your answer.

biker is under your window.