tw : biker!Lohen + previous
Today was very unproductive, and honestly, who could blame you? Your last date had been a disaster, and then your roommate somehow ended up confessing to you right after. Since then, the two of you— who usually bickered or talked non-stop— had been wrapped in total silence.
On top of that, you had classes. How could anyone actually be productive during lectures?
When the professor finally finished the last topic, you let out a heavy sigh. Even your friends had given you space today, sensing your troubled mood.
Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you caught one of them giving you a questioning look. You offered a reassuring smile and waved them over, making your way toward the group.
You won't think about the whole situation until you get home...
Well, the sunshine and rainbows of laughing with your friends was short-lived. The moment you walked through the gates, you spotted someone waiting.
Someone chewing pink bubblegum, leaning casually against a motorcycle– waiting.
Someone awfully familiar.
There was no escaping it now. With a quiet groan, you waved goodbye to your friends and hurried toward him.
He looked up and offered a soft, kind smile— one that looked good on him, even if it didn't fit his usual personality at all. Wait— did you seriously just think it looked good on him?
Before you could reach him, someone stepped into your path and approached him first. Judging by their uniform, they were a high schooler at best. You wondered what business they could possibly have with him. It didn't stop your pace, though; if anything, it made you walk a tiny bit faster.
Unfortunately, by the time you caught up to them, you only caught the very end of their conversation.
"No, I have a girlfriend."
What girlfriend? Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide, only to find him already staring directly at you.
"Ah, there she is! Hi, babe."
Your jaw practically dropped to the floor, but he paid your shock no mind and casually bid farewell to the stranger.
Trying to turn things back to normal, you muttered, "Did they think you were thirteen or something, again?"
"Oh, you can talk? I thought you lost that ability yesterday," he replied.
Your attempt was an absolute failure. Great.
Pressing your lips into a thin line, you averted your gaze. "Why are you here?"
He pretended to think about it for a moment, then flashed you a wicked, taunting smirk. "What do you think?"
A sigh left your mouth, and you didn't bother answering. You grabbed the spare helmet resting on the motorcycle seat and shoved it onto his head a little roughly. "Let's just go home first."
He was quiet for a second, then let out a low chuckle. "Okay, your highness."
He took your hand in his, helping you swing your leg over the motorcycle with the mock chivalry of a knight assisting royalty into a carriage.
Something once again dropped onto your head like the last time, very softly. "And for the record," he added, gently tapping the top of the helmet, "this was always meant for your pretty head."
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