𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄; boysnextdoor

late night drive ; taesan

The quiet hum of the night wrapped around you like a velvet cloak as you leaned against the low brick wall outside your apartment. The street was silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant bark of a stray dog. You checked your phone again, scrolling through your messages to find his text from earlier.

Taesan: Be ready by 10. Leather jacket, pretty girl. You're riding with me tonight.

Your lips curved into a smirk as you adjusted your jacket, the soft leather cool against your skin. A faint rumble broke the stillness, growing louder with every second. The sight of a black motorbike rounding the corner sent your heart into overdrive.

Taesan, your ridiculously handsome boyfriend, pulled up with practiced ease, the headlights casting a soft glow on the street. His helmet partially obscured his face, but you could see his eyes glinting mischievously behind the visor. He swung his leg off the bike and approached you, his tall frame illuminated under the dim streetlamp.

"Right on time," you teased, crossing your arms as he stopped in front of you.

"Do I ever keep you waiting?" he replied, his deep voice carrying a playful lilt. He reached out to tug lightly on the lapel of your jacket. "Looking good, by the way. Very...biker-chic."

"And you're overdressed," you shot back, your eyes flicking to his black leather jacket and ripped jeans that hugged his long legs.

He chuckled, the sound low and addictive, as he leaned in, one hand bracing against the wall beside your head. "Want to take it off me?"

You rolled your eyes, fighting back the warmth that spread across your cheeks. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, you love me," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight tease before pulling away. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get out of here."

He handed you a helmet, waiting until you secured it before helping you onto the bike. Sliding in behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the firm muscles under your fingers. He glanced over his shoulder, a smug grin playing on his lips.

"Hold on tight," he said, revving the engine.

The bike roared to life, vibrating beneath you as he eased it onto the road. The wind whipped past, carrying the scent of the night—fresh grass, distant rain, and the faint tang of gasoline. You pressed closer to Taesan, resting your cheek against his back as the city lights blurred into streaks of gold.

He took you through winding roads, the traffic thinning out as the city gave way to quieter suburbs. Taesan loved the freedom of the open road, and tonight, he wanted to share that with you. Every turn was deliberate, every acceleration a promise of more.

After a while, he slowed down, guiding the bike onto a narrow path that led to a secluded overlook. The city sprawled below, a sea of shimmering lights that seemed to stretch forever. He killed the engine, and silence engulfed you both, save for the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of crickets.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, slipping off his helmet and ruffling his dark hair.

You took off yours, setting it on the seat as you dismounted. "It is," you agreed, though your eyes were fixed on him instead of the view.

Taesan caught your gaze and smirked. "Caught staring, babe."

"Can you blame me?" you shot back, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you.

He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're shameless, you know that?"

"Says the guy who couldn't keep his hands off me earlier," you retorted, poking his chest.

He caught your wrist, pulling you flush against him. "Because you make it impossible," he said softly, his voice dropping an octave. His free hand came up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek.

Your breath hitched as his lips found yours, slow and deliberate. His kisses were intoxicating, leaving you dizzy and wanting more. You clung to his jacket, your fingers curling into the soft leather as he deepened the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. "You're going to be the death of me," he murmured, his thumb tracing circles on your waist.

"And you'll love every second of it," you whispered back, grinning.

He laughed, the sound vibrating through you as he leaned back, his hands still on your waist. "You're right. I would."

For a while, you stood there, wrapped in each other's warmth, the city below forgotten. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Taesan grabbed your hand.

"Come on," he said, tugging you toward the bike.

"Where are we going now?" you asked, letting him lead.

"You'll see."

He helped you back onto the bike, his movements gentle yet confident. This time, you held on tighter, pressing a quick kiss to the back of his neck just to hear the surprised chuckle it drew from him.

"Keep that up, and I might just lose focus," he warned, though the grin in his voice was unmistakable.

"Guess I'll have to take my chances," you teased, resting your head against his back again.

He drove through the night like he owned it, the world melting away until it was just the two of you and the open road. At some point, he stopped at a tiny diner on the outskirts of town, the neon sign flickering in the darkness.

Over greasy fries and milkshakes, he made you laugh so hard you had to wipe tears from your eyes. Taesan had a knack for turning even the simplest moments into memories you'd cherish forever.

On the ride back, he took the long way, slowing down just enough for you to admire the stars scattered across the inky sky. His hand found yours when you stopped at a red light, his fingers intertwining with yours as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

By the time you reached your apartment, the clock was inching toward midnight. Taesan walked you to your door, his arm slung lazily over your shoulders.

"Tonight was perfect," you said softly, leaning into him.

"Because I was with you," he replied, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.

You rolled your eyes, though your smile betrayed you. "Corny much?"

"For you? Always."

He kissed you one last time, slow and lingering, before stepping back. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Taesan," you whispered, watching as he walked back to his bike.

As he rode off into the night, you couldn't help but smile, the warmth of his touch lingering like an echo. Nights like these reminded you why you fell for him—a little reckless, a little cocky, but with a heart that was entirely yours.