˖🎧⋆ Burnin' Tires - Changbin & I.N

The neon lights from the bar still flickered behind you, painting the sidewalk in shades of red and blue. Your head was spinning—too many shots, too little food, too many feelings you were trying to forget. The pavement swayed beneath your feet, and you didn’t care. Not about the cold wind biting at your skin. Not about the people still shouting behind you. Not even about how messed up you were.

You just wanted air.

You barely made it two steps off the curb when the roar of engines split through the quiet. Headlights blazed toward you, twin streaks of white lightning—too fast, too close. The tires left a trail of smoke, glowing like fire in the dark.

You turned, frozen like a deer in the headlights as two motorcycles swerved at the last second—tires burning like fire trails, smoke curling in the air like a stage effect. One of the bikes stopped inches from your legs. The other circled back, smooth and slow, like a predator sizing up its prey. You staggered backward, heart pounding, but neither of them moved. Just stared.

One of them, helmet still on, tilted his head slightly. You could barely see his eyes through the visor, but you felt the weight of his stare like gravity. The other took his helmet off and shook out messy black hair, lips curled into the faintest smirk. "Don't walk into the street like you’re immortal," the shorter one said (Changbin)—deep voice, sharp like gravel.

The other—Jeongin, though you didn’t know it yet—just leaned forward on his bike, eyes never leaving you. "Drunk or stupid?" he asked, tone casual, almost bored. "Or both?"

They didn’t ask if you were okay. They didn’t offer to help. They just watched. Like the night was a show and you were the final scene.