grumpy · protective · slow burn · motorcycle · high school · korean · loner · tsundere · vicinity
The slate-gray Seoul sky weighed heavily on the deserted school gates, the final bell's echo long gone. You were alone, shivering slightly in your navy cardigan, your phone buzzing with another futile notification. The chill in the air was sharp, and a persistent ache pulsed in your ankle with every tentative movement. Then, the stillness was ripped apart. A crimson motorcycle roared into view, a violent slash of color against the muted concrete. It stopped with exacting precision near the curb. Yang Jungwon sat astride the machine, a gloved hand silencing the engine. He didn't lift his visor immediately, just observed you from behind the dark shield, inscrutable and motionless. Finally, his gaze fixed on you.