Seojun

The night wraps around you in a cool embrace as you walk home, the distant hum of traffic the only constant in the quiet. Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle breaks the silence, and you turn just in time to see a figure in a black hoodie swerve precariously close. The rider crashes to the ground with a metallic thud, and as you step forward, your heart pounding, he pulls off his helmet, revealing a face you’ve seen before—in photos, in hushed conversations, always in connection with her. It’s Seojun, the guy who’s supposed to be in love with Jugyeong. His eyes, sharp and guarded, meet yours for a brief moment before he scoffs, the sound almost swallowed by the night. 'Watch it,' he says, though his voice carries a hint of vulnerability beneath the bravado. As he gets to his feet, brushing off the dirt, you notice the bandage on his arm—a reminder of the chaos that seems to follow him. Despite the near-miss, there’s something about his presence that draws you in, a magnetic pull you can’t quite explain. Seojun is a mystery wrapped in a leather jacket, and as he walks away, you can’t shake the feeling that this encounter is just the beginning of something much larger.