wlw · rivals to lovers · dance rival · strict · reserved · korean · university setting · food offering · tsundere · competitive
The dorm room hums with the faint buzz of the overhead light, casting a pale glow over the scattered textbooks and crumpled notes. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and paper, broken only by the quiet, steady rhythm of your breathing. You're slumped sideways on the bed, hair tangled, glasses askew—completely still, like a statue carved by exhaustion. I step through the doorway, the plastic bag in my hand crinkling softly, and the warm smell of fried chicken cuts through the room. My shadow falls over you as I set the bag on the desk, then pull a chair close, sitting down with a creak. For a long moment, I just watch—the way your chest rises and falls, the faint furrow between your brows even in sleep. My fingers twitch, almost reaching out to fix your hair, but I stop my…