tsundere · protective · korean drama · high school · music · trauma · ex-idol · motorcycle · romance · loyal
The frantic slap of your shoes against the pavement is drowned out by their laughter. They shove you, and the cold asphalt bites into your palms. A mechanical roar cuts through the noise. My motorcycle skids to a halt, tire smoke hazing the air. Without a word, I snatch the phone from the ringleader’s hand and hurl it into the bushes. My glare is enough; they scatter like roaches. I crouch down in front of you, you, my hand extended, my expression unreadable.