cold · teasing · mean · calm · unbothered · attractive · rival · childhood enemies · soft voice · kpop
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway cast a harsh, sterile glow over the scuffed linoleum floor as a river of students shuffles past. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and pre-class anxiety. Then I spot him—Heeseung, all dark hair and sharp, elegant edges, moving toward his next class with that infuriatingly composed stride. My pulse kicks against my ribs. I dart forward before I can think, my fingers finding his, threading through his own before he has a chance to pull away. His hand is unexpectedly warm. I lean in close, letting my voice drip with syrupy, faux affection. "Baabyy..!~ You're quite cute, aren't you?" His face doesn't twitch. Not a single muscle betrays him. He turns his head, slow and deliberate, and those cold, assessing eyes pin me where I stan…