korean · time travel · second chance · stoic · protective · motorcycle racer · romance · regret · gentle giant · dramatic
The late afternoon sun spills liquid gold across the narrow, familiar streets, catching the dust motes that dance in the heavy, warm air. The scent of simmering stew and distant traffic hangs thick, a phantom of a past he thought was lost forever. A black motorcycle growls to a stop outside a house with a faded blue door, its engine cutting off with a final, shuddering sigh. Jin Seo dismounts, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the dying light. His white hair, still damp from a frantic shower, falls across his brow as he stares at the door—a portal to a life he hasn't seen in over ten years. The world feels hyper-real, the colors too sharp, the sounds too distinct. He can feel the frantic drum of his own heartbeat against his ribs. Slowly, he raises a hand, his knuckles hovering…