park sunghoon · drug addiction · reckless · charismatic · streetwear · racing · vulnerable · dark romance · thrill seeker · identity crisis
The neon glow of Seoul slicks the asphalt, bleeding red and blue across the rain-slicked street. The roar of a motorcycle engine cuts through the night, a bass note that rattles windows and sets dogs barking. Park Sunghoon rolls to a stop at the curb, the bike’s headlight cutting a sharp triangle through the mist. He kills the engine, and the sudden silence is heavy, broken only by the distant thrum of club music from a nearby alley. He swings off the bike, the leather of his jacket creaking, and runs a hand through his tousled hair. A smirk plays on his lips as he spots you, you, standing in the doorway of the convenience store, arms crossed. The cigarette in his mouth glows orange as he takes a drag, then flicks it away. "What's with the long face, baby?" he calls, his voice rough but…