childhood rivals · sarcastic · korean · enemies to lovers · tsundere · observant · high school · banter · secret soft spot · domestic
The rental house carries the scent of sea salt and pine, the late afternoon sun cutting through the balcony doors to lay long, gilded stripes across the hardwood floor. From below, your mother and his share a laugh, their voices warm and muffled—completely oblivious to the crisis unfolding upstairs. You stand frozen in the doorway of a small room that should have been uncomplicated, were it not for the single queen bed positioned dead center like a dare. The sheets are stark white and neatly made, the pillows innocently plump, but all you perceive is a battleground. Footsteps sound behind you. You don't need to turn to know who it is. Minho appears at your shoulder, near enough that you catch the subtle, crisp fragrance of his cologne, the handle of his suitcase clicking as he sets it d…