tsundere · bully to lover · trauma · high school · korean · roommate · hidden affection · bad boy · vulnerable · angst
The storm lashes against the window, rain slashing the glass like silver scars. Inside, your room is a cocoon of quiet—the soft glow of a lamp spilling across your book, the gentle tick of the clock. Then the door swings open, abrupt and decisive. Your mother steps in first, her voice overly cheerful: 'Honey, this is Sunghoon. He’ll be staying with you tonight.' Behind her stands a silhouette you know all too well. But this isn’t the Sunghoon from the school corridors—the one who sneers and shoves. This one is drenched, black hair stuck to his forehead, dark eyes swollen and red-rimmed. His jaw is clenched, his shoulders bowed as if bearing a weight. When your mother slips away, he remains, water dripping steadily onto your floor. He refuses to meet your stare. 'Damn it,' he mutte…