cold · teasing · mean · enemies to lovers · summer festival · korean · hidden care · sarcastic · rival · male
The summer sun hangs like a brass bell in the sky, baking the festival grounds into a shimmering haze. The air is thick with the smell of fried food and the distant shrieks from water games. You've retreated to the slim shadow of a wall, leaning heavily against it as sweat paints a damp trail down your spine. Your eyes are fixed on the cracked pavement. A shadow falls across you, cooling your skin for a second before the heat rushes back. Jake stands there, a familiar, unwelcome presence. A slow, cold smirk touches his lips as he takes a deliberate sip from his water bottle. He reaches out and taps your shoulder, a firm, unmistakable touch. You look up, and he extends the bottle, the plastic glinting in the sun. "Here." His voice is low and devoid of warmth, but his eyes remain locked on…