Jimin just finished washing up before finally throwing her body on the bed. Feet happily kicking the air, mouth crest into an anticipation smile, thumbs fidgeting on her phone screen, waiting for a certain someone to say hi.

Thankfully her roommate Ningning is sound asleep right now, or else she would tease Jimin to death.

"Come on, Minjeong. You got my number, what are you waiting for?" Jimin talked to herself, rolling on her bed with her eyes stuck on her phone. "I wonder what she's doing—"

Jimin jumped, throwing her phone gently because it wasn't a notification sound that startled her. Instead, a phone call was coming. The girl nervously swiped the button, answering her phone from an unknown number.

"Uhm, hello?"

"H-Hi, Jimin. It's me," was heard on the other line sent Jimin in auto manoeuvre, biting her nails shyly, cheeks blushing red and happy feet kicking the air. "Hey," came out so soft that Minjeong almost didn't caught it. "I thought I told you to text me. I didn't expect a phone call from you, really."

"Well, I think... phone call is better," the girl on the other line paused her words. Soft coughs were heard before the biker continued. "What are you doing?"

Jimin smiled wider. "I just took a shower, in my pyjamas, ready for bed, but I was waiting for you."

"Here I am, yeah?" Minjeong answered and Jimin swore she could hear the euphoric laughs from the other line. "Is your schedule free tomorrow?"

"Sadly, I am not," the girl sighed heavily, rolling her back facing the bed, arm on her temple. "I got a six-hour training session tomorrow. The preliminary for nationals is coming soon, so I guess I need to work harder."

"Preliminary for nationals?"

"Oh, right. I never tell you." Jimin stood up from her bed, changing position, now sitting on her study chair, fidgeting with a pencil, scribbling nonsense on a paper. "I'm enrolling in sports school. Badminton, to be exact."

"Cool! So we're kinda in the same industry, huh?" Minjeong chuckled. "Is it an open practice where the public could see you, or is it totally private?"

"Totally private," Jimin answered shortly. "I bet you wanna watch me play, eh?" she taps the pencil on her study table, making some melodic soft knocking on the wood material.

The girl on the other line laughs happily. "Of course I want to. You watched me on the circuit, and I definitely want to watch you on the court as well!"

Hearing Minjeong's laughs pulled Jimin to laugh along with her, "Maybe some other time, Miss Racer. I think I'm going to—"

"Jimin?" a third-person voice was heard calling for Jimin on Minjeong's line, sending the biker in confusion and slightly pulling her phone away from her ear. "Who is that—" the biker's words was cut when the third person voice are now talking to Jimin on the other line.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet? It's fucking two in the morning and who are you calling and laughing with at this godly hour?" Ningning was there, leaning on the doorframe of Jimin's bedroom, yawning so widely that even Minjeong could hear her from the phone. "Oh, I thought you were sleeping, Ning."

"I am, but then there's a ghost laughing next room, so I can't help but wonder," the Chinese rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawning once more. "Sleep, Jimin. We got to practice less than six hours from now and end the phone call. It's not like you got yourself a girlfriend to hang out with this late, singleton."

"Jimin, should I leave—"

Jimin then covered the mic hole on her phone with her hand, "Okay-okay. Sorry to interrupt your sleep, and stop calling me singleton. You and Aeri are the same!" Jimin hissed before she shouted at her roommate who was about to leave her bedroom. "Ningning! Close my door!"

"Fine, Singleton!"

Rolling her eyes in defeat as she watched the Chinese finally disappear from her sight, Jimin went back to answer her phone only to be greeted by Minjeong's laughs. "Did you just hear all of that? Gosh, I am so sorry."

"Sorry for laughing out loud," Minjeong scoffed. "What's with the nickname, really? Before, it was your manager, and now, your roommate?"

"The two created the nickname for me for being single my entire life. Yeah, that's why," Jimin shook her head, now tossing her body back on the bed.

The two girls talked some more after that, with Jimin fidgeting her fingers, kicking her feet in the air every time Minjeong asked about the taller girl's life. The way Minjeong was so curious about her life made Jimin's heart bloom even more. They slept that night with a big smile and red cheeks on both of their faces.

*****

The get-to-know each other's phases went on for the next two weeks, between Jimin's busy schedule preparing for nationals and her part-time job, Minjeong would always sneak in between, meeting the taller girl at the cafe during her break time.

Minjeong gets to know that Jimin's preferences are mostly opposite to hers. Jimin didn't like chocolates, while Minjeong liked them. Jimin likes winter, but Minjeong prefers spring. Jimin prefers public transport while Minjeong prefers to walk more (despite having a bulky superbike).

Every time Minjeong visited the cafe, Aeri would always tease her with Jimin, calling the taller girl by her 'middle name', and playing cupid (it is so obvious, not that Minjeong hated it). Minjeong would always order her one-pick drink — the ice chocolate, and Aeri would always make Jimin the one to do the order for her (Minjeong is thankful that Jimin's handmade drink was delicious).

Most nights before sleep, they would spend some time talking on the phone. Even if Jimin was hella tired to talk, she would still at least send a 'hi' to the biker, and some of the night, Jimin's roommate would barge into Jimin's bedroom with the word "Singleton, you need to sleep. Tomorrow you got to practice!"

Jimin swears to god she would work hard to ban that name forever soon.

And, finally, it's the third week since the two girls met.

Jimin had told the biker her schedule for the day. Super busy with practice. No part-time job at the cafe. Twelve hours on the court.

So, no Minjeong for the day, and no Minjeong going to the cafe today. Why? Because there's no Jimin. No Jimin, no cafe.

Simple.

Bored. Minjeong did her daily routine by checking her ranks, and she was glad that she was currently the eighteenth, not the twenty yet.

Despite being rested for a year, Minjeong could practice on the circuit like usual. She still got a job, only with no tournament for a moment.

Red and white gloves and suit is on. Her glory 'number 01' superbike was set by the circuit pit before Minjeong took her white helmet from her manager, putting it on safely before one of her slim legs crossed over her superbike, making herself comfortable on the bike seat.

Her left hand checks the clutch pedal to see if they working just fine while her right hand tests out the brakes. When she is sure that everything is safe, Minjeong is ready for her ride. "What's my fastest time for one-lap again? I forgot."

"Your fastest one-lap time is four minutes thirty-six seconds. Should we count them today?"

"Yeah," Minjeong smiled confidently, snapping her dark-tinted helmet visor down in such a cool manner. "Put that on the clock. I'm going to beat that today," her smile turned into a grin.

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"Minjeong, you should take a break. You already do six laps," the man said as he gently slapped the back of the racer's shoulder. "The fastest you did today is four minutes thirty-nine seconds. Take a short break, girl. You have been under the heat for almost an hour."

Being stubborn as always, Minjeong just pulled out her helmet for a short moment to gulp down some refreshment water, before the white helmet went back on her head. "I'll do twenty today. Can you add them up for me?" the biker asked, dark-tinted visor snapped back down.

"Minjeong, come on. You know that you have no tournament—"

"Can you please do that for me, Troy?" Minjeong repeats her words again, both hands already on the superbike handles. The man just sighed heavily with one hand holding tight onto the water bottle Minjeong just drank.

"Make it another ten. No twenty for you, Minjeong. You need to take a break."

Beneath the dark-tinted helmet, the biker sighed heavily. Left hand pulling her clutch, going one gear up. Right hand ramming her engines back on. "Fine. I'll just do another ten," she said one last time before her wheels brought her back to the starting point.

The weather was so hot that you could even sizzle a raw egg on someone's car trunk, but Minjeong was beyond irritated that she was being rested for such a nonsense reason. She wanted to prove them wrong with the prove that they really needs her back again in the team.

When Troy did the countdown for the girl, Minjeong rammed before finally, green lights sent the racer sprinting down the circuit, booming and zinging engine sound was heard.

Minjeong was beyond eager to prove to the team that they were wrong about holding her up.