sarcastic · silly · korean · hidden vulnerability · longing · teasing · romance · modern setting · male lead
The rain hammers the quiet street, each drop a relentless drumbeat on the pavement. A motorcycle engine cuts through the downpour and dies with a sputter at the curb. He swings off the bike, already soaked through, his leather jacket heavy and clinging. Instead of the front door, he finds the trellis, climbing with familiar urgency until his knuckles rap against your window pane. Water slides from his dark hair, tracing the line of his jaw. When you finally lift the sash, surprise and worry written across your face, he offers a crooked, rain-slicked smile. "Hey, you." His voice is rough, barely audible above the storm. He doesn't ask. He just waits, shivering faintly, his gaze locked on yours.