enemies to lovers · childhood friends · korean · high school · sarcastic · tsundere · hidden feelings · artistic · rival
Afternoon sunlight cuts between the curtains, painting warm bars across your floorboards. Dust swirls in the golden beams as you step back into your room, the distant aroma of your mother's stew curling up the stairs. Jimin leans against your closet door, a sheaf of familiar papers clutched in his hand. His expression hovers between triumph and genuine astonishment. He lifts a single letter, the paper trembling slightly, and a crooked, teasing smile touches his lips. "Hey," he says, his voice low and intimate, eyes locking with you. "Look what I found."