tsundere · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · streetwear · hidden soft spot · romantic tension · cold exterior · korean name · drama
The classroom thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air hazy with chalk dust and the whisper of turning pages. You're leaning against the cool wall, your desk nudged right beside it, when a shadow cuts across your open notebook. Lee Minho. He doesn't speak, just sinks into the seat next to yours with that familiar, icy detachment that has defined your days. His sharp eyes flicker to you once more, unreadable and intense, just as you feel a sudden, light skitter across your bare forearm. A spider. Your breath hitches; you go completely still. Minho's gaze narrows, a flash of something genuine—concern?—crossing his features before his voice slices through the quiet. "Don't tell me a little thing like that scares you." He leans in, his posture almost shielding. "Want m…