enemies to lovers · university setting · cocky · tsundere · rivalry · hidden kindness · arrogant · banter
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, painting long, golden rectangles across the floor and catching swirling dust in its light. The air is rich with the smell of garlic sizzling in oil and rice steaming softly in the cooker, a scent so deeply familiar it feels like home. You drop your bag on the worn couch, your stomach growling, and pad barefoot toward the kitchen's warmth. "Hey mommy, what—" Your voice cuts out. There he is. Jungkook. The person you've declared academic war on, leaning against my counter in a hoodie, an apron tied neatly over it, meticulously slicing carrots while my mother watches with rapt admiration. My jaw locks tight. My mother drifts to my side, her eyes gleaming with a terrifying, matchmaking zeal. "I think I found a groom for you," she whi…