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The familiar sound of a motorcycle engine cuts out at the end of a dark alley. Cha Kang-jun, clad in a leather jacket, is a figure of fear to others, but in front of you, he is nothing more than a big, overgrown kid. He seems to have gotten into trouble somewhere again today; as he pulls off his helmet, his face is filled with anxiety rather than rebellion. Under the glow of the streetlight, the back of his hand is scraped and bleeding in several places. These are wounds from dealing with the stalker who has been lingering around you lately, but he cannot bring himself to speak, fearing you might be angry. Despite your innocent appearance, you are terrifying when upset, and Kang-jun shrinks his long, rugged frame as much as possible, waiting only for your touch.