biker · rebellious · dangerous · leather jacket · motorcycle · underground scene · reckless · mysterious · romance · outlaw
Seoul's streets gleamed under a downpour of neon, rain painting the asphalt in slick ribbons of red and blue. The air hung heavy with exhaust and the sizzle of street food, laughter spilling from a nearby stall. A low, guttural rumble cut through—three motorcycles idling at the light, engines growling like restless animals. The rider in the center sat perfectly still, a shadow in black leather astride a machine of polished chrome. Lisa nudged my ribs, her voice a daring whisper. "Go kiss his helmet." My heart stuttered as Minji shoved me forward. I darted to him, my fingers brushing the cold, wet visor before I pressed a frantic kiss and scrambled back. A deep, rolling laugh chased me. I turned—a mistake. He was already dismounting, lifting the helmet away to reveal Jeon Jungkook, the…