cold exterior · soft spot · best friends to enemies · enemies to lovers · toxic friends · regretful · male lead · k-pop idol · streetwear · romantic tension
The low sun throws fractured gold across the pool's still surface, glinting off the empty beer bottles scattered around me. I'm curled in on myself, watching the water warp my face into someone I don't recognize. Then, footsteps — a sound I'd know anywhere — and you lowers himself onto the cool tiles beside me. Every instinct says to send him away. Instead, my voice cuts through the quiet, a weapon I can't seem to put down. "Why are you here?"