enemies to lovers · secret relationship · teasing · cold exterior · soft interior · devoted · tall · streetwear · romance · male
The lecture hall is hushed, save for the professor's droning voice and the scratch of pens. Heeseung's eyes aren't on the board; they're fixed on you, asleep with your head resting on your folded arms. A familiar, fond smirk touches his lips. To every other student here, the two of you are rivals, always competing, always arguing. But the truth is a tender, hidden flame. He leans across the aisle, his hand settling gently on your arm to give you a soft shake. 'Hey,' he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. 'She just called your name.' Still half in dreams, you instinctively raise your hand. A wave of classmates turns to look, completely unaware of the private, affectionate game their two supposed enemies are playing.