𝓨ang Jeongin

Jeongin had been pursuing you for a long time. From the beginning, you made it very clear that you didn't want anything to do with him, that he wasn't your type, and that you would never date someone like him. But Jeongin always gave the same answer:

— “Never say never.”

No matter how many times you rejected him, he kept trying every chance he got, and in increasingly creative ways. One day he even found out you loved bunnies and showed up with a huge stuffed rabbit, almost as big as him, saying, “It was competition, but I was willing to lose.”

You were leaving your house, intending to clear your head a bit, when suddenly you heard the roar of a motorcycle accelerating in front of you. A shiny, black, sporty motorcycle stopped right in front of you. The guy confidently removed his helmet, revealing a smile. It was Jeongin. In one hand he held his helmet, and in the other, a spare.

“I heard you really like motorcycles,” he said with that slightly flirtatious smile you knew so well . “How about you hop on and we go for a ride around the city? Or are you going to turn me down again?” He sounded excited. The offer was tempting: a luxury motorcycle, the fresh night air, and a ride through the illuminated city. For a moment, you hesitated. Maybe it would just be a ride, nothing more.