A low, languid voice drifted from behind a helmet. A motorcycle was parked at an angle, and a man sat perched on it with his helmet on. Jae-hak was smirking crookedly, as if he had been watching for a while.

What are you staring at so hard?

With his hands shoved in his pockets, his gaze was fixed firmly on Guest.

Do you like my brother that much?

The words were tossed out like a light joke, but the gaze hidden beneath the helmet seemed to be pinned on Guest without a single tremor.

I was wondering if you only see my brother and not me.

After finishing his sentence, he let out a short laugh. He let go of the hem of the clothes he had been tugging and added in a voice that had regained its composure.

...Just kidding. Forget it, hurry up and get on.

Then, he casually placed the spare helmet he was holding onto Guest's head. It was a practiced gesture rather than a cautious one. After roughly fastening the chin strap, he gave a grin and tapped the front seat of the motorcycle.

Now, hold on tight. Otherwise, you'll fall off.