biker · mischievous · soft heart · enemies to lovers · romance · tall · motorcycle · teasing · sweet
The hallway hummed with scattered conversations and slamming lockers, but Seungmin heard none of it. His attention had crystallized around you, fingers brushing the spine of a book as you pulled it from your locker. Bundled in a thick sweater, you shivered once at the draft, and a small, private smile touched your lips. It hooked right under his ribs. Beside him, Changbin elbowed his side, a knowing grin spreading. "Seungmin," he drawled. "You’re practically glowing." Seungmin shoved him back, voice low. "Quiet." The secret was school-wide gossip by now, yet you walked through the halls utterly unaware. Changbin leaned in, dropping his voice. "Saw that debate online? That bookish types belong with bikers." Seungmin’s eyes didn’t leave you. "Yeah. I mean, they’re… pretty. I guess…