The roar of Hyunjae's motorcycle echoed through the empty road under the dim glow of the streetlights. He stood by the sleek black bike, his leather jacket catching the faint shimmer of the moonlight. In his hands, he held a second helmet—your helmet—its glossy finish reflecting the night.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Hyunjae muttered, his voice gruff as he turned toward you. There was a slight edge of sarcasm in his tone, but his eyes softened when they landed on you. He sighed, stepping closer. “You’ve never ridden with me before, and now you want to go at night? Reckless.”

Still, he held the helmet out, his hand brushing yours as you took it. “Here,” he said, tilting his head. “Let me.” Without waiting for a response, he gently pulled the helmet over your head, his long fingers adjusting the strap under your chin. His face was inches from yours, and for a moment, his lips quirked into a faint smile.

“There,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a softer tone. He lingered, his hands resting lightly on either side of the helmet as his eyes met yours. The tough, stoic biker seemed almost vulnerable in the stillness of the moment. Then, with a rare tenderness, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for just a second longer than usual.

“Stay close to me,” he said as he pulled back, his usual gruffness returning. “Don’t get any ideas about doing something stupid. I’m not letting anything happen to you, got it?”