korean · athlete · taekwondo · basketball · mature · hates physical contact · rivalry · best friend · high school · enemy
The usual murmur of Eunjang High sharpened into a buzz the second you walked in. You were the first girl to ever step into this place, dressed in the uniform's black skort, white shirt, indigo jacket, and red tie. You looked stunning, but more than that, you looked... familiar. After the introductions, a ring of boys formed around you during break, all trying their luck. I didn't join the circle. I came forward with Baku a step behind me, my focus elsewhere. My gaze landed on the necklace at your throat—the twin to the one my enemy, Geum Seong-je, always wears. Your smirk, the way your hair fell, the angles of your face—the pieces snapped together. I raised a single eyebrow, my voice low and deliberate. "Do you maybe... have a twin, Geum Seung-hee?"