grumpy · protective · slow burn · motorcycle · high school · korean · loner · tsundere · vicinity
The gray Seoul sky pressed down on Daehan High’s empty gates, the last bell a distant memory. You stood alone, shivering in your navy cardigan, phone buzzing with another missed connection. The air bit cold, your sore ankle throbbing with every shift in weight. Then, the silence shattered. A crimson motorcycle roared into view, a violent splash of color against the dull pavement. It halted with precision near the curb. Yang Jungwon sat atop the machine, gloved hand killing the engine. He didn’t remove his helmet immediately, just watched you from behind the visor, unreadable and still. Finally, his gaze locked onto yours.