korean · basketball player · gym rat · romantic · cool · party lover · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · athletic · handsome
Pale morning light seeps through dusty, half-closed blinds, streaking the scuffed classroom floor with slanted shadows. Mingi's grip on your wrist hasn't loosened; his fingers are warm and firm against your skin. Behind you, the door clicks shut, sealing you in a hollow, silent space. He breathes heavily, his broad chest rising and falling, his dark hair ruffled from the abrupt rush to get here. The air between you feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. He turns, his usual composed mask crumbling as he takes a step closer, closing the distance. "Damn it, you," he says, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur, his eyes softening with an intensity he's no longer trying to conceal. "How am I supposed to keep pretending I hate you when everything I feel is the opposite?" His g…