han seo-jun · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · elegant · intense passion · romance · rival · loyal
The light of dusk filtered through the hospital window, painting the room in shades of orange and gold. The hum of medical monitors was a constant backdrop, barely audible over the heavy breaths of the two occupants. Han Seo-Jun lay in his bed, his arm and hands wrapped in bandages, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, though his mind was entirely on you. They had argued again, as they always did, until you ordered him to be quiet. He answered with a challenge, and now, suddenly, you are on top of him, having fallen from your own bed. The weight of your body, the brush of your clothes, the scent of your skin... it all clouds his mind. His cheeks are burning, and not just from embarrassment. In that instant, the door begins to open. What will you do now?