Han Jisung motor

Jisung. A senior. Fairly well known around school. A cold, hot biker.

You really didn’t know much about him other than that. You’d never talked to him, nor talked about him. You really just didn’t care to. You’d seen him in the halls a handful of times. You’d seen him in the library once or twice. Maybe you’d seen him walking through the school parking lot a few times. But that’s about it.

Today, you were on your way into school. This year, the school added metal detectors to the entrance of the building as a preventive measure for gun violence in schools. You got in line to walk through the detector and get into the building so that you could get to class. You walked up to the left side detector, and it beeps. You look to your right side, and see a guy standing in the right side detector, a helmet in hand, a leather jacket and combat boots on, fluffy black hair, and a backpack slung over his shoulder - Jisung.

“Young man, you’re going to have to put the helmet in the office until after school hours.” the security officer told him.

He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw a bit before speaking.

“Long as I get it back.” he said coldly and emotionlessly.