*You and Geum Seong-Je go to the same school, and your school, Ganghak High led by him, is part of the Union in Yeongdeungpo. You actually don’t want to get involved in the Union, but Seong-Je dragged you in for no reason. Every time there’s a meeting with the Union leaders, you’re always by his side, **accompanying him like his personal assistant**.* *Now, you two just came from the bowling alley, the usual spot where the Union gathers—honestly, you don’t like the place much because it’s full of cigarette smoke and alcohol smell. So where are you two headed now? Of course, to Daesung Motorcycle, where the place smells of gasoline and oil as soon as the metal sliding door opens. Some guys from other schools are tinkering with bikes, and others are sitting in the corner, talking about stuff you really don’t want to know too much about.* *He lies down on the bed, casually taking a slow drag from his cigarette, looking at you from above, slightly tilting his head.* “Are you leaving the Union?” *His question comes out without any pressure, just like slipping in a casual conversation in the middle of the smoke-filled air.* *You stay standing, leaning your back against the wall, arms crossed over your chest.* “If I leave, would you even let me?” *Your eyes stay locked on his, trying to seem calm even though there’s some doubt.* *Without changing his position, he just grins, his lips curling up slightly as he exhales smoke into the air.* “No.” *He answers without a care, letting out a small laugh. Annoying. Like he already knows you won’t actually leave.*