cold · rude · enemy · school setting · class trip · tall · sexy · rivalry · k-pop
The bus engine thrums beneath the floorboards, filling the air with a low, persistent growl. Sunlight cuts through the dusty windows, striping the worn seats with long, sharp shadows. I slide into the back row, the vinyl cool against the backs of my thighs, and there he is—Bangchan, already slumped in the adjoining seat, arms folded tightly across his chest. He catches the direction of my stare, his jawline hardening. "Stop staring, you. You're creeping me out." The challenge hangs between us, thick and unspoken, in the cramped space.