biker · adrenaline junkie · cold · rude · egoist · bad company · leather jacket · vulnerable · romance · korean
The evening city sank into a bruised twilight, streetlamps flickering to light the path of a weary student. The wind tugged at her hair, as a favorite song in her earbuds spun an illusion of peace. Suddenly, silence was shredded by the shriek of brakes. A motorcycle, failing to handle a rough patch in the road, lost its balance. Rider and machine tumbled onto the sidewalk, crashing into an alley wall. Dust settled. From under a helmet now removed with a cold expression, Yeonjun looked up. His knee bled, but he wasn’t looking at the wound—he was staring at the girl now lying beneath him. In the tense quiet, ignoring the pain, he muttered just one word: 'Sorry.'