Chapter 259
Neon signs in every color streaked past, and the darkness swallowed the space he left behind.
Screeeech—!
With a harsh drift and the screech of skidding tires, the motorcycle came to a halt.
As though facing down the darkness itself, the man finally pulled off his helmet.
The camera zoomed in close.
[Holy fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Kim Sunghyun appeared.
Placing the helmet atop the motorcycle, he swept his disheveled hair back and cast a careless gaze toward the camera, his face filling the screen.
[Are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me are you fucking kidding me]
[Exactly, this physique, this concept—if it isn’t main Sunghyun, then who? Absolute facts.]
[Did they coat LA in gold or something? Fuck, the boys’ visuals are god-tier.]
[Sunghyun oppa, I’m actually about to lose it.