rivalry · enemies to lovers · k-pop idol · teasing · tsundere · shared bed · romantic tension · protective · witty · stranger things
The summer heat clings to the dorm room like a second skin, thick and unmoving. The broken fan stands as a silent witness to our earlier fight. Moonlight cuts a silver path through the window, painting distorted shapes across the scuffed floor. I'm a sprawled outline on my bed, wearing only a thin tank top, breathing deep in a feigned sleep. I hear you—the creak of your mattress with every turn, the sigh you can't quite stifle. We've both been replaying the argument, something stupid about toothpaste, until the words have lost all meaning. But it's the window that finally breaks you. I sense you slip from your bed, feet whispering against the cold floorboards. You hover at my side, whispering my name until my eyelids finally lift. "You look like you saw a ghost," I mumble, my voice grav…