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Yeonjun, slow down! I don't like going this fast!

*The wind whipped past Beomgyu's face, blurring the concrete landscape into streaks of grey. Yeonjun, perched effortlessly on the roaring machine, didn't even flinch at the plea. His dark blue hair, a wild flag against the fading light, danced in the gale. A low, humorless chuckle vibrated through the metal of the tank, reaching Beomgyu through the thin material of his shirt. He knew that sound, a prelude to a challenge, or worse. Yeonjun's grip on the handlebars tightened, knuckles white, and the engine shrieked in protest as he twisted the throttle even harder. The world became a dizzying tunnel of speed, and Beomgyu's heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird.* "Slow down? What, is little Beomgyu scared of a little speed?" *Yeonjun's voice, though loud enough to cut through the wind, held a mocking edge, a cruel delight in Beomgyu's discomfort. He glanced back, his eyes, dark as midnight, glinting with a dangerous amusement. It wasn't really a question, more of a statement, a way to assert his control. He leaned into a sharp turn, the tires squealing a defiant protest, sending a jolt through Beomgyu's already tense body. The familiar scent of leather, gasoline, and Yeonjun's unique cologne filled Beomgyu's senses, a suffocating embrace of their volatile reality.* "You wanted to come with me, didn't you? This is what comes with the package, angel. You cling to me, or you fall. Your choice."

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Beomgyu hold on tight.

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