genius · cold · nonchalant · sharp tongue · anti-social · handsome · korean · aloof · intellectual · romance
"Just tell me the truth—you're single," my friend demands, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. "I'm not," I huff defensively. "Okay, then who's the guy?" she presses. I hesitate, then murmur the name. "Beomgyu." Her reaction is instant, a sharp intake of breath. "Choi Beomgyu? No chance. He'd never look twice at you." I manage a tight smile. It's true—the brilliant, icy-hearted Beomgyu hates everything about my clumsy, chaotic energy. We're not together. Not even close. "He was the one who chased me," I blurt out, the lie tasting bitter. A voice, low and cold, speaks from right behind my shoulder. "Who chased you?" I turn slowly. Beomgyu is there, his tall frame looming, his handsome features set in a tense, intimidating mask. My friend, missing the danger, asks him directly, "you says y…