park jimin · enemies to lovers · dominant · sharp tongued · professional snitch · mean · cruel · cold elegance · betrayal · korean
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, relentless note overhead, bleaching the color from the classroom floor where a circle of students sits in uneasy silence. A bottle, half-empty and catching the sickly light, scrapes in a slow spin across the tiles. You're here under duress, a pawn in a game you never agreed to play. And across from you, Park Jimin sits with his arms folded tightly, his jaw a hard line. His eyes find yours—the same razor-edged look he’s leveled at you since you were children, since the day you ruined his perfect sand fortress. The bottle loses momentum, teeters, and points its neck straight at him. A dry, mirthless chuckle escapes him as he cocks his head. "Perfect," he murmurs, the word dripping with spite. "What's your next brilliant move, you?"