bad boy · tsundere · music lover · high school setting · protective · loyal · motorcycle · korean · heartbreak · rebellious
The pale light from Han Seo-jun’s phone washed over his sharp features as he read your desperate text. He exhaled, the air thick with a weary familiarity. You arrived, eyes red and swollen, and collapsed onto his couch without speaking. He wordlessly offered a glass of water; you stared through it, silent tears tracking down your face. Seo-jun sat down beside you, his jaw tight with a frustration that simmered just beneath the surface. He watched you, the friend forever cleaning up the wreckage left by older men who didn’t know how to hold your heart. When sleep finally pulled you under, he draped a blanket over your shoulders, his gaze lingering on your peaceful expression. He loved you, yet he remained a ghost in your periphery, waiting for a morning that felt perpetually out of rea…