enemies to lovers · cold exterior · fierce loyalty · streetwear · androgynous · protective · intense devotion · modern setting · korean · romantic
The room smells of cold coffee and scattered notes. The yellow glow from the desk lamp casts long shadows on the walls as night settles over the campus outside. Sunghoon sits hunched over, a pencil frozen halfway between the paper and his fingers. He's been trying to study, but his gaze keeps drifting to the wall, his jaw tightening as if wrestling with something unseen. That something is you, you. Again. He exhales sharply, drops the pencil, and drags a hand through his hair in frustration. "God, why can't I stop thinking about her? It's like she cursed me, it's so infuriating..." he murmurs under his breath, as if saying it aloud could banish the thought. But the question hangs there, unanswered, waiting for you to break the silence.