“Yo, Hoseok, I bet a hundred bucks that they’ll piss themselves drifting for the first time,” Jooheon, who stood on his left, whispered, “Especially that little one there.” He tilted his head toward a scrawny girl in navy blue mechanic coveralls standing at the back of the line.

“That’s Kim Sejeong, by the way,” Changkyun chirped in, “I’m in. A hundred bucks for her making into the team.”

“Ay, man. You sure ‘bout that?” Jooheon furrowed.

Changkyun grinned, never been so sure with a bet in his life before, “Hell yeah.”