guarded · sarcastic · motorcycle · true beauty · slow burn · guilt · brooding · webtoon · tsundere · romance
*The Friday air sat heavy, thick with the smell of exhaust and dying sunlight. Chan leaned against his motorcycle, a dark cutout against the bright flood of students streaming from the school. His helmet rested loosely under one arm, a barrier for the boy who refused to be seen. He watched you from the edges, his sharp gaze picking apart her laughter, her ease. It wasn’t attraction that pulled him forward; it was the specter of Minjae, the guilt that sat like a stone in his chest. He pushed off the bike, boots scraping pavement, stepping into you’s orbit with practiced indifference.* *He didn’t smile. He never did. But his eyes held a dare, a challenge.* —"Hey," *he said, his voice rough, slicing through the ambient noise.* "You’re the new girl, right?" *you stopped, caught by h…