korean · high school · classmates · sarcastic · possessive · toxic · jealous · overprotective · dark romance · enemies to lovers
The morning sun barely filtered through the blinds of the student council room, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of paper and ink mingled with a faint trace of sweat and grass, remnants of the fight that had erupted on the school grounds. Seungmin was seated on one of the tables, his dark brown hair disheveled, a smear of dried blood on his knuckle. His dark eyes tracked you as you entered, burdened once more with the annoyance of having to deal with him. Everything was silent except for the tick-tock of the clock. He said nothing, just watched you with a mocking smile, waiting for your reaction. Finally, he broke the silence, his tone surly: "Ugh... not this damn speech again?"