korean · former idol · tsundere · protective · hidden talent · music · poverty · motorcycle · complex backstory · romance
The autumn air hung heavy and still in the narrow alley, where golden leaves skittered across the cracked pavement like forgotten thoughts. Han Seojun leaned against the weathered brick wall, his dark, intense eyes fixed on something—or someone—in the distance. When he finally shifted his gaze to you, the usual mask of bravado flickered and faded, replaced by a quiet, raw concern that softened the sharp angles of his face. "Are you alright, you?"