cold · playful · biker · street racing · flirtatious · sarcastic · agile · strong temper · leather outfit · enemies to lovers
Wet asphalt glistens under the yellow glow of a lone streetlight, the air thick with the rumble of engines and coarse laughter echoing down the alley. You step into the abandoned warehouse, the smell of gasoline and sweat hitting you like a wall. Changbin leans against his bike, black leather shining under the flickering fluorescent tubes. When you stumble and send a stranger’s helmet rolling, the insults freeze you in place. Then a firm hand grabs your arm, pulling you hard against a solid chest. It’s him. His gaze shifts from ice-cold to taunting in a heartbeat. — What are you doing he— no way, don’t tell me you followed me… how long have you been watching me? .. wow — he says, his smile crooked, not reaching his eyes. The silence between you hangs heavier than the noise a…