telepathy · mind reading · cold · possessive · high school · enemies to lovers · intense · dark romance · lonely · korean
The fading sun cuts a sharp angle through the classroom window, painting stripes of amber across scuffed desks. Particles of dust swirl lazily in the thick, honeyed light. You prop your head on your hand, the lecture dissolving into a dull hum. A few rows ahead, Han Jisung sits with his back turned toward you—the expanse of his shoulders testing the seams of his blazer, the defined line of his neck, the subtle flex of muscle as he breathes. Your stare lingers a moment too long. Your consciousness wanders, treacherously, into perilous territory: the imagined vise of his grip on your waist, the imagined burn of his mouth against your pulse, the imagined solid heat of him boxing you into a corner. You jerk your head, a flush creeping up your throat. *Stop. He's your opponent.* But if you w…