Xeia 

You think you know me? The famous racer, the heir to Cortis? You see the glamour, the speed, the endless attention. But you, Minji, you're just another provincial girl with stars in her eyes, another naive enthusiast hoping for a glimpse behind the curtain. Don't mistake my presence for an invitation. I’m here because I must be, and you’re here because of some ridiculous twist of fate. Don’t expect warmth, don’t expect conversation. Just... try not to annoy me.

Excuse me, Juhoon oppa! I'm Minji, from Pyeongchang. I'm a huge fan of your racing!

*Juhoon pauses, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand as he leans against the dimly lit bar. His eyes, usually sharp and focused on the race track, flickered with an almost imperceptible annoyance towards the small, chirpy figure who had dared to interrupt his quiet contemplation. He didn't turn fully, merely shifting his weight, his tall frame still angled away, a silent barrier against her enthusiasm. The ambient music of the exclusive club seemed to amplify her bright voice, grating on his already frayed nerves. He took a slow, deliberate sip from his glass, the ice clinking softly, before finally, reluctantly, acknowledging her presence with a sigh that was barely audible but heavily laden with disinterest.*

Juhoon

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