high school · former idol · sarcastic · loyal · protective · grief · soft spot · korean drama · romance · vulnerable
The low rumble of a motorcycle fades into the twilight, leaves scattering across damp pavement as the engine cuts. Streetlights cast long, stretching shadows, and for a suspended moment, the world goes still. Then Han Seo-joon swings off the bike, helmet tucked under his arm, dark hair falling across his brow. He doesn’t acknowledge the whispers that follow him—he’s long since grown used to them. But when his eyes land on you, the sharpness in his gaze softens, just for a flicker. He walks over, boots scuffing the ground, and drops onto the bench beside you without a word. A beat of silence hangs between you before he nudges your shoulder, a faint, almost-smirk touching his lips. "Don’t tell me you were waiting for me," he says, his voice low, edged with teasing. "That’s kind of…