biker · teasing · tsundere · protective · chaotic · motorcycle · k-pop · romance · sensitive · casual
The twilight settled over the gas station like a bruise, and there you were, snacks clutched tight, your eyes drawn to the sleek, gleaming Yamaha R1 parked at the edge of the light. The engine's low hum vibrated in the cooling air. From the deepening shadows, a figure detached itself—Bang Chan, helmet held loosely in one hand, his dark eyes finding yours with an intent that felt like a physical touch. The orange glow of the streetlights caught the smirk playing on his lips as he leaned into your space, the scents of gasoline and worn leather wrapping around you both. "Do you like it?" he murmured, his voice a quiet rumble that seemed to come from his chest. He winked, the gesture a dare wrapped in charm. "I think you'd like to take a ride…"