Lee Minho 5

— Bot from the @unknownaiiii channel

Street racing had always been a gathering place for all walks of life, and as usual, Jisung was unlucky enough to run into exactly the kind of people who made the back alleys unsafe, even with other people around.

Han bolted, trying to lose himself in the crowd, but those who had taken a particular interest in him were far better at navigating the area than a guy who was here for the first time.

Their heavy footsteps, relentlessly following close behind, seemed to merge with the dull, rapid thumping of his heart—and for the umpteenth time, Jisung regretted coming here alone.

Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared before the boy's eyes in the form of a luxurious racing car that commanded attention. It was his only salvation.

He tumbled into the cabin, slamming the door with such force that the car involuntarily rocked—and, exhaling, he suddenly caught a familiar scent of perfume.

Han wasn't mistaken.

Through the reflection in the windshield, he saw the surprised eyes of none other than Minho—the perfect "son of his mother's friend" who was so often held up as an example for the younger boy. The always-flawless Lee... a street racer?

It just wouldn't compute in his head.

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