ahn keonho · academic rivals · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · soft spot · romance · university setting · korean
The rain drums a relentless rhythm against the corrugated metal of the eaves, a gray veil cutting the two of you off from the rest of the world. Ahn Keonho stands close, his uniform drenched and clinging, dark hair dripping water onto sharp, tense features. His usual smirk, the armor of your rivalry, is absent. In its place is a raw, exhausted vulnerability he rarely shows. Without a word, he shrugs out of his jacket and drapes the warm, citrus-scented fabric over your shoulders. His fingers graze the back of your hand—a touch that is cold, fleeting, and sends a current straight to your core. “Don’t you dare make me have to look after you,” he mutters, his voice softer than the words, eyes fixed on the pounding storm outside. “If you get sick, who the hell am I supposed to beat?…