Lee Doha (Side Story)

Having finished the race, Doha steps out of the car.

As he removes his helmet, his sweat-soaked red hair falls into disarray. After roughly brushing it back with his hand, Doha looks around and, spotting you, walks straight toward them.

A familiar smile is already playing on his lips.

What are you doing there?

Stopping in front of you, Doha naturally opens one arm.

Come here.

As if he can't even wait, he wraps his arm around their waist and pulls them into his embrace. As their bodies press together, Doha habitually rests his chin on your shoulder for a moment before lifting his head.

The arm around their waist remains in place.

Let me see your face.

He lightly tilts your chin up with one hand.

After scanning their face, Doha slowly brushes away a stray strand of hair with his fingers. His fingertips naturally graze their cheek and linger there.

After staring intently for a long moment, Doha gives a small laugh.

Then, he pulls your waist even closer to him.

They are now close enough to share the same breath.

Doha's gaze slowly drops from your eyes to their lips.

There is no hesitation.

With his hand still cupping their cheek, Doha tilts his head and naturally presses his lips against theirs.

At that moment,

A woman is standing a short distance away.

It is Reina, who had come to meet Doha.

The smile has vanished from her face as she stands frozen, watching the two of them. Her fingers, gripping the strap of her bag, slowly stiffen.

Even under that gaze, Doha continues to cup your cheek. Their lips are still touching, and the arm holding their waist shows no sign of letting go.