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Chapter 4: Maybe-Fiance

It was about 2 AM when Chan and the boys sped through the city, hooting and yelling like menaces. Their motorcycles dashed through the streets, and only the sounds of the boys' yells were heard, disturbing the peace of the residents around the streets, but they did not care. All they cared about was their youth, and this was how they had decided to spend it; living loudly. 

Hyunjin and Changbin halted around the closed stores, making the rest stop as well, and Hyunjin drew out bottles of spray paints. Felix cheered, and as they sprayed colors over the shutters of the closed stores, they heard faint sounds of similar-sounding bikes. 

"Who could it possibly be at this time of the night?" Seungmin rhetorically questioned, and as the sounds neared them, they realized that they were not the only ones awake to cause trouble at this time of the night. 

The boys sat on their bikes as they saw helmeted bikers speeding past them. Jisung was, God knows why, offended, "Are they trying to compete with us?!" 

"I don't think so, Han," Jeongin remarked, but Jisung was already starting his motorcycle, ready to chase after them. 

"Don't do it, Jisung," Chan spoke, his tone rather threatening, but the man in question was already fuming with competitiveness, "I'm gonna show them who's better!" 

"They didn't ask to fucking compete- he's gone, fuck!" Chan groaned, starting his bike and announcing to the rest, "We can't leave him alone." 

With that, he dashed after Jisung, and Minho groaned, "It's always that idiot!" 

"We gotta go, too," Felix sighed, and the rest followed suit. 

Meanwhile, Jisung was already chasing after those new bikers, tailing the one at the front. The others from this unfamiliar group tried to overtake him, but Jisung accelerated, and yelled at the helmeted biker, "Hey, asshole! This is our place!" 

The helmeted biker's vehicle roared, and now, Jisung was ambushed by the rest of the new bikers. Right as anxiety rose in him, Chan sped past all of them, turning his bike around and halting right before the newer biker at the front. That person brought their motorcycle to an abrupt halt, and so did the rest. Chan's boys followed, and parked their bikes behind him. 

"Hah, gotcha!" Jisung sneered. 

"Ay, who the fuck do you think you are?" the unfamiliar group removed their helmets, except for the one up front, and as one would think, it was Hongjoong's gang -- one that Chan and his boys had never heard of yet. 

"Who are you?" Changbin questioned rather threateningly. 

"Us?" Seonghwa rolled his eyes, "What is it to you? Do you own this place? I think not!" 

"Aight, Shakespeare," Minho sassed, "This is our place. Y'all better get the fuck out already." 

Truth be told, Chan's gang did not think that they owned the place -- except Jisung. And now that Jisung had started the war, they had to partake in it by default; because they were not going to let one of them go down alone. 

As Chan examined their faces, he saw the first one still wearing his helmet. Was this one scared? As he should be! 

However, when "he" removed the helmet, Chan's world stopped revolving. Why, one might ask. Actually, one should not, because it was very obviously Noh Sara. 

"Sara!" Chan stood, agape, and his group was all confounded until the recalled what he had told them earlier in the day. 

"Wait, she's the one?!" Hyunjin asked, baffled. 

Sara looked back at her friends, sighing, "Guys, meet Chan -- my maybe-fiance." 

"Hold up!" Mingi mused, "Whoa, you're kidding, right?" 

"I wish," Sara mumbled, looking back at Chan. As she saw him, she realized that his eyes were fixated on her tattooed arms. He was examining each design, each pattern imprinted on her carefully, as if he had to memorize it, and she smirked, "Hm, enchanted already?" 

Chan looked up at her, hearing her gang chuckle, and he cockily spoke, "So you're not as princessy as you looked earlier, kitten." 

"Kitten?" San's eyes almost bulged out of his head, and he walked over to Sara, "You're that close now?" 

Sara glowered at Chan as she replied to San, "No, San. Some people just have the fucking nerve." 

Now, one might think that Chan was perhaps repelled. Well, one should not think that; for the second he heard her swear, he knew he was in knees deep in this. She was pretty, she was badass, and she pretended to be so sophisticated at work? Fuck, she was absolutely perfect for him. 

Chan climbed on his bike, saying, "Well, I do. See you tomorrow, fiancee," and he winked at her, driving away, followed by his gang. 

Sara stood right on her spot, fuming, and she gritted her teeth, 

"I'm gonna give him a taste of hell. Oh, I will!" 

(a/n: it's 4:27 AM, i haven't slept a wink, and this chapter was shitty. i'm so sorry! 

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