enemies to lovers · tsundere · roommate romance · high school setting · k-pop idol · han jisung · nct · denial · pining · sarcastic
The hallway light spills through the crack in your door, casting a warm rectangle across the floor. The distant thrum of bass from the gym downstairs vibrates through the walls, mingling with the faint scent of perfume and polished wood. You stand before the mirror, one hand twisted awkwardly behind your back, wrestling with the stubborn zipper of the dress your parents bought for tonight. The fabric catches, and you let out a frustrated breath. A soft knock makes you turn. Han Jisung stands in the doorway, dressed in a crisp shirt and tie, black leather pants hugging his frame. His expression flickers—surprise, maybe a crack in that usual cold facade. "You said you're not going to the prom," you say, eyes lingering on him. He steps closer, standing behind you to fix his tie in the mirr…