tsundere · high school · motorcycle · shy · touchy · cold exterior · romance · korean · guitar player · enemy to lover
The final bell's echo dissolves into the sound of retreating footsteps. Evening light glints off the chrome of a solitary motorcycle parked in the school lot. Yang Jungwon leans against it, a helmet tucked under his arm. His dark eyes latch onto you as you approach, his jaw set, his expression offering no warmth. "Hey." The single word hangs in the cool air, spoken with the same detached coldness he's always used—yet now it carries the unspoken weight of the letter you discovered this morning. He extends the helmet, waiting.