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Except now I’m supposedly dating one of K-pop’s biggest stars.I don’t know how to feel about all this.

Bryan and I don’t say anything else to each other when we reach the line for the bumper cars. The rink is small and surrounded by racing-flag-checkered walls and blue and white carnival lights. Kids in school uniforms and a few adults drivearound in cute, brightly colored cars.

When it’s our turn to enter the rink, I get into a yellow bumper car with black-and-white racing stripes while Bryan gets into a green one. Looking perfectly content, he follows the safety instructions and carefully puts on his seat belt. I do the same.

The moment the ride begins, Bryan steps on his acceleration pedal. His car zips forward.

“Now this is what I’m talking about!” He exclaims with pure unadulterated joy.

His enthusiasm makes me smile. The bumper cars are such a mess—a chaotic whirlwind of fun that feels like a real-life version ofMario Kart. They’re faster than I thought they’d be, which makes me all the more giddy. Suddenly this date doesn’t seem so bad after all.

Someone runs into me with a loudTHWACK.

“Oops, sorry!”

I turn around just in time to see Bryan driving off with a look in his eyes that’s decidedlynotapologetic.Of courseit’s him.

“Oh no you don’t!”

I steer toward him, pressing my foot on the pedal and urging my car to go-go-go-go. I run into Bryan with a satisfyingTHUNK.

“Hah!” I exclaim triumphantly.

But before I can celebrate for too long, the momentum causes Bryan’s car to hit the girl behind him.

“I’m so sorry,” he says.

Her eyes go wide.

“Omo!” the girl exclaims in surprise. “Bryan Yoon?”

Her phone is out in an instant, and even in the chaos of the spinning cars around us, she manages to snap pictures of Bryan and me. While she’s doing that, some other cars come to a stop near us, causing a traffic jam that would have been disastrous if we were in real cars.

“Let’s go,” Bryan says as he steers his car back toward the entrance.

I follow him, but in the end, neither of us make it out of the bumper car rink in time to escape the onrush of fans.

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