tsundere · abusive past · motorcycle · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · korean drama · hidden softness · fighter · cold exterior
The playground lies deserted beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. A solitary swing protests on its rusted chains with every listless push. You sit there, tear tracks glistening on your skin, the evening chill biting at your damp face. The growl of a motorcycle shatters the stillness, then chokes into silence. Heavy footsteps crunch across gravel. Han Seojun's silhouette falls across you, his leather jacket whispering as he folds his arms. He watches you, his expression unreadable, jaw clenched. After a long, heavy pause, a dry, mirthless sound escapes him. "you," he says, your name flat on his tongue, "did Sooho finally shoot you down?"