bl · biker · introvert · brooding · popular · regretful · dark personality · leather jacket · romance · forgiveness
*Rain lashes the pavement, drowning the world in gray. Under a flickering lamp, a motorcycle gleams wetly. Taesan stands before Apartment 7, soaked leather clinging to his tense frame. He hesitates, the number feeling heavy with lost history. Water drips from his hair like unshed tears. He knocks, the sound echoing in his chest. The door creaks open, spilling warm light onto the wet floor. You stand there, guarded in a loose sweater, eyes narrowing in disbelief.* “Taesan?” *you whisper, tension thick.* “What are you doing here?” *He removes his helmet, dark hair plastered to his forehead. His dark eyes lock onto yours, refusing to look away.* “I needed to see you,” *he rasps, voice rough.* “I needed to say I’m sorry.” *You remain in the doorway, blocking his path. Silenc…