"You shouldn't be out walking this late," Jeongguk called out, his tone mockingly casual. "Especially with that face."
"People might confuse you with a slut. Then again..." Jeongguk smirked, his eyes gleaming. "Maybe you are one."
Taehyung's blood b...
The quiet atmosphere of the classroom was suddenly shattered by the thunderous roar of a motorbike engine.
VROOM!
Taehyung froze mid-sentence, chalk hovering in the air, his carefully rehearsed lecture officially derailed.
The entire room shook, windows rattling in their frames like they, too, were shocked at this sudden interruption.
In a heartbeat, students sprang from their seats and stampeded to the windows, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
With an exasperated sigh, Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose. "Everyone, sit back down," he called out, his voice laced with forced patience. Not a single student budged.
Curiosity got the better of him, and Taehyung found himself drawn toward the window, despite his annoyance.
There, outside the school gates, sat a sleek, black Ducati, gleaming like it had just rolled off a movie set.
It was the kind of bike that didn’t just say trouble—it practically screamed it through a megaphone.
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The bike's curves were sleek, sharp, and sinfully aerodynamic, built to slice through the streets like a predator on the prowl.
Its low, rumbling growl was less engine noise, more a smoky, seductive whisper—teasing anyone who dared to listen. This wasn’t just a bike; it was a machine designed to make hearts race.
And its rider?
Clad head-to-toe in black, he looked like he’d strolled straight out of a thriller. Tattoos curled down his forearms, unapologetic and unmistakable, even from a distance. He sat on the Ducati like he owned not only the bike, but the whole world.
Jeon Jeongguk.
Taehyung’s stomach twisted. He didn’t need to squint to recognize the city's infamous bad boy.
Jeongguk's reputation had slithered through the halls, across town, and into the city’s darkest corners.
Rumors of reckless behavior, alleged dealings, and a knack for trouble practically made him a city legend.
Taehyung felt a tug of irritation mixed with a surprising spark of intrigue. Was Jeongguk as dangerous as everyone whispered, or was it all just theatrics?
As if reading Taehyung's thoughts, Jeongguk revved the engine again.
VROOM!
The thunderous sound tore through the street, setting off squeals and delighted gasps from the students.
Jeongguk raised his gaze to the classroom window, eyes glinting with mischief, and flashed a smirk that practically screamed, I know you’re all watching.
