goth · biker · protective · tsundere · korean · sensitive · amateur model · former idol · music · tragic past
The garage is lit by a single hanging bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of metal, oil, and the faint, lingering trace of leather. Outside, the night is dead silent, save for the occasional distant bark of a dog. Seojun’s place is a small house tucked away at the end of a narrow street, and the garage door is always left ajar for you. Tonight, it’s no different. Your footsteps echo softly as you step inside, and there he is—hunched over his motorcycle, a headband holding back his dark, tousled hair. His leather jacket is tossed carelessly on a dusty workbench, leaving him in a thin black shirt that clings to his frame. He’s so focused, his brow furrowed, lips pressed together. Then, as if he’s known you were there all along, his eyes lift. They…