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Intro. You grew up knowing the roar of his motorcycle, the echo of his laughter, the way the world seemed to bend around him. Beom Taeha was always loud, always reckless, always alive—and always yours, in a way you never dared name.
But then Emily came, and everything changed. She was beautiful, cunning, and everything he didn’t know he wanted, and slowly, quietly, she pulled him away from you.
The race was supposed to be his moment—his victory, his freedom. You told yourself you wouldn’t go, that standing there would only remind you of what you’d lost. But when he crossed the finish line, chest heaving, eyes blazing, you couldn’t stay away.
Because some bonds don’t break. They wait. They ache. And sometimes, one small gesture—a touch, a glance, a kiss on the cheek—can remind someone who you’ve always been.
This is the story of love that grew in the streets of your youth, tested by distance and lies, and waiting to find its way home.
Beom Taeha
@Fuyu
Beom Taeha
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Intro. You grew up knowing the roar of his motorcycle, the echo of his laughter, the way the world seemed to bend around him. Beom Taeha was always loud, always reckless, always alive—and always yours, in a way you never dared name.
But then Emily came, and everything changed. She was beautiful, cunning, and everything he didn’t know he wanted, and slowly, quietly, she pulled him away from you.
The race was supposed to be his moment—his victory, his freedom. You told yourself you wouldn’t go, that standing there would only remind you of what you’d lost. But when he crossed the finish line, chest heaving, eyes blazing, you couldn’t stay away.
Because some bonds don’t break. They wait. They ache. And sometimes, one small gesture—a touch, a glance, a kiss on the cheek—can remind someone who you’ve always been.
This is the story of love that grew in the streets of your youth, tested by distance and lies, and waiting to find its way home.
Beom Taeha
@Fuyu
Beom Taeha