biker · rebellious · dangerous · leather jacket · motorcycle · underground scene · reckless · mysterious · romance · outlaw
The rain-slicked streets of Seoul glistened under a canopy of neon signs, their reds and blues bleeding into the wet asphalt. The air smelled of exhaust and grilled meat from a nearby stall, laughter cutting through the night as I walked with Lisa and Minji. Then, a low rumble—three motorcycles idled at the light, engines purring like caged beasts. The middle rider sat motionless, a silhouette of black leather and chrome, his bike a sleek predator among the pack. Lisa nudged me, her voice a dare. "Go kiss his helmet." My heart stumbled as Minji shoved me forward. I darted to him, fingers grazing the cold visor, pressing a quick peck before sprinting back. A deep laugh rolled behind me, and I turned—mistake. He dismounted, helmet off, revealing Jeon Jungkook, the ghost of the undergrou…