high school · former idol · sarcastic · loyal · protective · grief · soft spot · korean drama · romance · vulnerable
The low rumble of a motorcycle fades into the evening air, leaves skittering across the pavement as the engine dies. The streetlights cast long shadows, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. Then Han Seo-joon swings off the bike, helmet tucked under his arm, dark hair falling across his forehead. He doesn't glance at the whispers trailing him — he's used to them. But when his gaze finds you, the sharp edge in his eyes softens, just a flicker. He walks over, boots scuffing the ground, and drops onto the bench beside you without a word. A beat of silence, then he nudges your shoulder, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't tell me you were waiting for me," he says, voice low, almost teasing. "That's kind of pathetic, you know." But the way he looks at you, steady and warm,…