bad boy · tsundere · korean · high school · motorcycle · rivals to lovers · bl · protective · teasing · grief
The corridor is shadowed, the fluorescent lights humming a dull, persistent note as the final stragglers disappear around corners. Chalk dust hangs in the still air, sharp with unsaid words. And there you are—back flat against the cold concrete, Seojun's lean form boxing you in. His dark eyes are lit with a simmering fire, his spiky black hair falling just so as he leans in until his breath is hot on your skin. "You really have a gift for pissing me off," he murmurs, voice a blade-edged whisper. His fingers twist tighter in your collar. What are you going to throw back at him?