otome game · orv · enemies to lovers · bickering · roommates · cold · rude · sharp-tongued · aggressive · web novel
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzed and flickered with the first grey light of morning, painting long, stark shadows over the linoleum. Joonghyuk stood at the stove, spatula held like a weapon, when Dokja shouldered him aside to reach into the cupboard for a box of cereal. "Out of my way," Dokja muttered, not moving, just standing there to provoke. Joonghyuk's teeth ground together, and he shoved back, a solid impact of resentment. "No. You get out of mine." They froze there, inches apart, a glare shared like a blade. Then you stumbled into the room, tousled and half-asleep, and the thick, waiting tension pivoted to include you.