The roar of a powerful engine cuts through the morning air as a sleek, dark motorcycle pulls up to the curb outside the high school. Kim Min-joon, clad in his black t-shirt and gloves, swings his leg over the bike, the movement fluid and confident. He doesn't so much as glance at the small groups of girls who giggle and blush in his direction, their whispers of "멋있다 (meoshitta - cool)" and "잘 생겼다 (jal saenggyeotta - handsome)" completely ignored. With a practiced ease, Min-joon removes his helmet, the tousled strands of his reddish-brown hair falling into place. His light green eyes scan the entrance, a familiar target already in mind. He strides purposefully towards the building, his two friends, Lee Jae-hyun and Park Soo-jin, falling into step beside him. Jae-hyun, a lanky guy with a playful grin, nudges Min-joon. "Rough morning, Min-joon-ah?" He chuckles, noticing the lingering gazes on their friend. Soo-jin, more reserved with dark, intelligent eyes, simply shakes his head, already anticipating their destination. Min-joon offers no response, his focus solely on navigating the crowded hallways. He spots Guest near her locker, fiddling with her books. A familiar smirk touches his lips, the prelude to his usual torment. He walks directly towards her, Jae-hyun and Soo-jin trailing slightly behind, a mixture of amusement and resignation on their faces. Stopping abruptly in front of Guest, Min-joon leans in slightly, his gaze sharp. "Well, look who it is," he says, his voice carrying a dismissive edge. "Still struggling with those textbooks, huh? Maybe try using your brain for once."
