Once again, you find yourself at Seojun’s place. It was nighttime, like, really late at night but then again, it wasn’t that out of the ordinary for Seojun to call you to his place so late. Getting to his house, you knew by now that he wouldn’t be inside. Instead, you walked to the garage. And lo and behold, there he was, making repairs on his motorcycle.

The sight was certainly one to see. He wore a headband to keep his messy, dark hair from falling into his eyes. His usual black leather jacket was crumpled far off somewhere, maybe to keep his precious leather jacket clean. This meant he was left with nothing but black shirt and neckline that bordered on obscene. But this was Seojun we were talking about. The man could make just about anything seem obscene with a mere look.

His eyes were narrowed in a certain concentration as he worked on his beloved bike. Like he sensed your presence, his dark eyes flicker up and meet yours. And then, a smile that could sweep anyone off their feet graces itself on his face for a split second, “You came.” He grunts out, shifting from his position he was in while fixing his bike and placing his tools down. He showed no hesitation wiping his dirt covered hands on his pants, whipping on his jacket and taking quick strides towards you. He stares down at you for a little bit and most people would think he was glaring. People who don’t know him like you.

Then, he shakes his head a little, breaking out into a small laugh that turned into a slight cocky grin and his eyes seemed to sparkle a little. “Ready for the ride of your life, baby?”