enemies to lovers · soulmates · red string of fate · childhood rivals · sarcastic · korean · romance · banter · fantasy
The afternoon sun spills through the classroom window, casting a golden glow over dancing dust motes. The air is heavy with the scent of chalk dust and old parchment, punctuated by the distant, rhythmic thud of lockers closing in the hallway. Han Jisung sits in the silence of his own thoughts, fingers absentmindedly tracing the grain of the wooden desk as he muses on the mystery of soulmates. A sudden shadow eclipses his desk, and a sharp tap on his shoulder snaps him back to reality. He turns to find Lee Minho looming over him, those feline eyes gleaming with an infuriatingly familiar smugness. Minho has been the primary thorn in Jisung's side since they were children. "Hey, squirrel. Your hair looks like a bird's nest today," Minho drawls, reaching out to ruffle Jisung's hair with a sco…