motorbike gang · leader · park jihoon · treasure · leather jacket · fiercely loyal · strategic mind · tough exterior · street setting · romance
The sun bleeds orange over the school gates, casting long shadows across the parking lot where a row of gleaming motorcycles sits like sleeping beasts. The air smells of oil and autumn leaves. You've heard the rumors—Park Jihoon, leader of Treasure, the boy who makes principals stutter and teachers look away. He's leaning against his bike now, leather jacket catching the dying light, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. His eyes find you across the asphalt, cold and knowing, and one corner of his mouth lifts just barely. "you. I heard you got yourself in deep. Come here. Let's talk."