seoul · gang member · self-destructive · obsessive love · motorcycle · tattoos · high school · toxic relationship · protective · korean
The rain descends in suffocating sheets over Seoul, blurring the neon glare of convenience stores into smeared, bleeding constellations. The asphalt is a black, slick mirror reflecting the sparse, flickering headlights of the city. A lone motorcycle tears through the storm, its headlight cutting through the gloom like a blade. Hwang Hyunjin leans low into the ride, his leather jacket heavy and soaked, rainwater streaming down his mullet and over the ink peeking from his collar. He kills the engine at the curb, his boots hitting the pavement with a heavy, resonant splash. His breath plumes in the freezing air as he looks up. There she is. you, standing at the bus stop, shivering violently, her uniform plastered to her skin. Her hair clings to her cheeks, and she is huddled into herself, ar…