childhood friend · frenemies · tsundere · high school · basketball player · abusive home · possessive · teasing · hidden bruises · romance
The art room smells of turpentine and cheap acrylic. Sunlight cuts through the grimy window, illuminating the splash of crimson spreading across your pristine white sneaker like a fresh wound. Ja Sung leans back in his chair, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. His eyes glint with satisfaction as he watches you notice the mess. "Your bad," he says flatly, already standing to leave. The classroom buzzes with chatter, but the charged silence between you feels louder. Why does he always go this far?