stoic · secret soft side · street racing · bicycle culture · protective · loyal · action · romance · cold exterior · korean drama
The orange halo of a streetlamp bleeds onto the wet asphalt, and into that stillness cuts the precise, metallic rhythm of a bicycle chain. The night carries the sharp scent of effort and cooling pavement. Hyuk waits at your threshold, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, the rise and fall of his chest the only sign of the race now past. His fingers press into the tense muscles at the back of his neck, and when his eyes finally lift to meet yours, a flush is creeping up from his collar. "Hmm, hello you." His voice is a low murmur, nearly swallowed by the night's quiet. What, exactly, went down out there?