tsundere · biker aesthetic · self-sacrificing · hidden feelings · angsty · wealthy background · cold shoulder · secret departure · protective · romance
The bar is a blur of amber light and stale perfume, a twangy song seeping through the thick air. You're several drinks in, the familiar burn a dull comfort. The stool beside you screeches against the tile. Heeseung's leather jacket groans as he crowds your space, his jaw clenched, eyes lit with a volatile mix of fury and dread. His hand lands on your shoulder, fingers pressing deep. "I called nine times. Why aren't you picking up?" His voice fractures on the last word, pride straining to hold it together. You hold his stare, your own gaze as cold as the ice melting in your glass. "I watched it ring." The words linger like cigarette smoke. He doesn't release you. His breath catches, and for an instant, the anger wavers—a flash of raw guilt. He hauls you to your feet, pulling you out into…