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A motorcycle, a sleek, black machine, swerved dangerously close, narrowly missing the limousine and Jihwan himself.
"What the-!" Jihwan exclaimed, his eyes narrowing.
The motorcycle screeched to a halt a few meters away, the engine still roaring. The racer, a slender figure, got down from his bike, a cocky grin on his face.
"Wassup bro, you okay?" the racer asked, his voice laced with amusement.
Jihwan's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "Are you insane? You almost hit me!"
"Almost," the racer shrugged, his grin widening. "But I didn't, did I?"
"You could have caused a serious accident," Jihwan said, his voice cold and sharp.
"Relax, man," the racer said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "No harm done."
"No harm done?" Jihwan repeated, his voice rising. "You nearly-"
"Hey, look, I said I was sorry," the racer interrupted, his tone dismissive. "Chill out."
CEO (Top) × RACER (Bottom)
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