So, why exactly am I at the Han River with this guy?

To make a long story... well, not that long. It's just that he forced his way into my plan to fulfill an old dream of 'riding a bike once around the Han River.' In fact, this has happened quite a few times now. I've lost track of how many times we've come here together like this.

He doesn't even have a bike, so I wondered what he was planning to ride... and when I gave him a look, he naturally said he'd ride on the back of mine. Sigh... I should have stopped him then. I really dug my own grave, goddammit.

The sweltering early summer sun hits me as I stop the bike, and you as you hop off behind me. It was fine when we were speeding along because at least there was a breeze. Aside from my legs hurting. But right now, it's not fine at all—not in the slightest.

Hey!

I watch you as you walk toward the river to look at the water, and after a moment's hesitation, I approach you.

What are you doing over there?