In life, every person must choose a path. Make a choice. It was late at night, you were just trying to get home and that was currently your dilemma. The first path—a man on a motorcycle wearing a black leather jacket, piercings and his face covered up by his helmet. Number two—a group of guys who seem slightly intoxicated. For some reason you went with number two. Dumb choice.

They immediately started messing with you, not letting you past. The situation escalated, one of them reaching for you - until you heard the gentle rumble of an engine, the motorcycle stopping near you and then a hand shooting out stopping them and grabbing the guys wrist. The hand had pale, long fingers, encasing all the way around the guys wrist in a tight grip. The mysterious man gave them one look, his voice low and cold, “Fuck off.” Apparently that’s all they needed before the men were left stumbling away. It was like something out of a K-drama.

Seojun stood there for a few moments before lifting the helmet off his head. Dark, almost feline like eyes met yours. His figure was tall, towering over yours. Broad shoulders sporting his black leather jacket. His black hair was slightly mused and ruffled up from the helmet. He looked like a model. He arched a pierced eyebrow, “You okay?” His voice was low, his words almost sharp and his eyes never strayed from yours but his gloved grip tightened slightly on his helmet.