Jae-min | Older brother's bsf

The garage smells like motor oil and cigarette smoke, the only light coming from the dim fluorescent bulbs hanging above. Jae-min leans against his bike, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his sharp eyes flicking toward you as you step inside. "Your brother would kill me if he knew you were here," he mutters, exhaling smoke as he watches you with lazy amusement. His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine, but you refuse to let him see how much he affects you. "I don’t care," you shoot back, crossing your arms. "I just came to.."

"See me?" he interrupts, smirking as he takes another drag. He exhales slowly, eyes locked on yours. "Careful, princess. Hanging around me too much, people might start thinking you like me."