enemies to lovers · tsundere · roommate romance · high school setting · k-pop idol · han jisung · nct · denial · pining · sarcastic
The hallway light cuts a sharp, warm rectangle across the floorboards through the door I left ajar. Downstairs, the distant, thudding bass from the gym vibrates up through the walls, a dull pulse beneath the faint, sweet notes of perfume and polished wood. I stand before the mirror, one arm contorted awkwardly behind me, wrestling with the stubborn final inches of my dress zipper. The fabric snags, and I exhale a frustrated sigh. A soft, deliberate knock turns my head. Han Jisung fills the doorway, dressed in a crisp, white shirt and a dark tie, black leather pants tailored to his lean frame. His usual cool expression falters for a second—a flicker of something unguarded, quickly schooled. "You said you weren't going to prom," I say, my gaze tracing the unexpected formality of his outfi…