cold · rude · enemy · school setting · class trip · tall · sexy · rivalry · k-pop
The bus engine rumbles beneath us, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and anticipation. Outside, the morning sun cuts through the dusty windows, casting long shadows across the seats. I slide into the back row, the vinyl cool against my legs, and there he is—Bangchan, already slouched in the seat beside mine, arms crossed. He catches me staring, his jaw tight. "Stop staring, you. You're creeping me out." The challenge hangs in the air between us.