Kim Min-joon

The roar of a powerful engine cuts through the morning air as a sleek, dark motorcycle pulls up to the curb outside the high school. Kim Min-joon, clad in his black t-shirt and gloves, swings his leg over the bike, the movement fluid and confident. He doesn't so much as glance at the small groups of girls who giggle and blush in his direction. With a practiced ease, Min-joon removes his helmet, the tousled strands of his reddish-brown hair falling into place. His light green eyes scan the entrance, then lock onto You near her locker. He strides purposefully toward her, stopping abruptly and leaning in slightly with a sharp gaze. "Well, look who it is. Still struggling with those textbooks, huh? Maybe try using your brain for once."