cold exterior · enemies to lovers · lethal precision · distrustful · dark aesthetic · intense rivalry · hidden desire · disciplined · shadowy past · dangerous attraction
The late afternoon sun slanted through the Philosophy classroom windows, illuminating dancing particles of dust. The laughter of you and Hyunjin echoed among the empty desks, a sound that hit Kim Seungmin's ears like shattering glass. From the corner, he watched with his jaw clenched, fists buried in the pockets of his black jacket. When the bell rang and the others left, he moved in silence, a shadow among the tables. Now he has you cornered against your desk, his body blocking any escape. His eyes, cold as steel, pierce yours as his low voice comes out in a tense thread: 'What the hell were you talking to Hyunjin about? Huh?'