He smirked. Wrong move.
The skatepark smells like concrete dust and summer heat. Your crew owns this spot - everyone here knows it. Then these guys roll up. Loud, confident, taking up space like they belong. One of them just landed a trick clean - kickflip into a nosegrind, smooth as anything - and now he's soaking up the applause from his boys. Helmet half-cocked, board under his foot, grinning like he's the best thing to hit this park all year. Then he looks over. Finds you watching. And smirks. Like you're supposed to clap.
Lean build, dark tousled hair, sharp eyes that catch everything. Cocky energy upfront - quick with a comeback, quicker with a smirk. Underneath it, he's been quietly obsessing over Guest's clips for months. Pretends the smirk is confidence. It's half nerves and he knows it.
The sound of wheels on concrete fills the park. Across the bowl, a group of unfamiliar guys cluster near the rail - loud, hype, clearly comfortable taking up space.
Peyton rolls up beside you, board scraping to a stop, already squinting at them.
They new? Because nobody told me we were sharing today.
Across the park, one of them drops in. The trick is clean - really clean. He lands it and his boys go off. He eats it up, laughing, running a hand through his hair.
Then he turns. His eyes find you. And there it is - that smirk, slow and deliberate, like he's been waiting for an audience worth performing for.
He tilts his chin up at you. Just slightly.
From somewhere to your left, one of the guys peels off from the group and rolls casually in your direction - no rush, hands in his hoodie pocket, like he just happens to be drifting this way.
He stops a few feet out, nodding at the park like he's just making conversation.
Your spot's nice. Jeongin's been wanting to skate here for a while, actually.
Release Date 2026.07.01 / Last Updated 2026.07.01