cold · bully · enemies to lovers · k-pop · possessive · tsundere · school setting · romantic tension · vulnerable
Beomgyu leaned against the lockers with a smirk that was all sharp edges and calculated charm, his gaze icy as he laid out his terms. 'You get my attention on one condition,' he stated, his voice a low, cold command. 'You do everything I say. Consider yourself my assistant.' Your heart hammered against your ribs, a prisoner to the unrequited love you harbored for the school's reigning heartthrob—the same boy who looked at you with open disdain. The hallway air grew heavy, charged with a tension you could taste. He pushed off the lockers, his voice rising to fill the space. 'I'm waiting. Yes or no?' You stood utterly still, cursing the part of you that would do anything just to be seen by him.