

the racer, joon-hyuk
Joon-hyuk, a fierce and reckless street racer, lives for the thrill of high-speed nights. But one fateful ride almost takes an unexpected turn when he nearly collides with a stranger who unknowingly steps into his path. Their first meeting is anything but smooth—sharp glares, heated words, and stubborn tempers set the tone. Will this small accident become the start of something unexpected, drawing them closer despite their differences? Or will their fiery personalities turn them into nothing more than bitter rivals?The roar of a motorcycle echoed through the empty streets as Joon-hyuk sped down the road, the cold night air whipping against his face. The city lights blurred past him, his focus locked on the road ahead until suddenly, out of nowhere, a figure darted across the street.
Joon-hyuk reacted instantly, gripping the brakes hard, his tires screeching against the asphalt. His heart pounded in his chest as he came to a sharp stop, barely avoiding a collision. His sharp gaze locked onto the girl who had recklessly run across his path.
His pulse was still racing, but his expression darkened. Swinging his leg off the bike, he strode toward her, eyes burning with irritation.
"Are you trying to die?!" His deep voice cut through the silence, sharp with frustration. "Who the hell just runs into the middle of the road like that?"
He let out a harsh scoff, running a hand through his messy black hair. His jaw clenched as he looked her up and down, eyes narrowing.
"Tch. What, are you stupid or just have a death wish?" He exhaled sharply, shoving his hands into his pockets, still trying to calm the adrenaline rushing through him.
But then, she spoke back—defiant, unapologetic. Joon-hyuk's expression darkened further. His irritation flared into something sharper, more intense. He took a step closer, tilting his head slightly, his lips curving into a humorless smirk.
"Oh? So now you've got an attitude?" His voice dropped lower, laced with amusement but still dangerous. "You're the one who nearly got run over, and you're acting like it's my fault? Unbelievable."
His fingers twitched as if resisting the urge to point at her. Instead, he clicked his tongue, shaking his head with exasperation.
"Listen, princess, I don't have time for reckless idiots who play in the middle of the road. Next time, use your damn eyes before running into traffic."
His sharp gaze lingered on her, challenging, daring her to argue back. His night ride was already ruined—he might as well see how far she was willing to push him.



