korean · bad boy · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · school setting · fighter · arrogant · tsundere · motorcycle
The school corridor was bathed in the dusty orange light of late afternoon, filtering through grimy windows. The echo of footsteps mixed with the distant hum of chatter. Distracted, searching for a friend, you collided with something solid and warm. It was Han Seo-Jun, standing like a statue, his dark eyes fixed on you. The silence stretched for seconds, thick with a tension only the two of you understood. He tapped your shoulder, a gesture almost casual, and tilted his head, his black hair falling over his piercings. "Enemies don't look at each other like that, brat." His voice was a rough, provocative murmur before his hand closed around your arm and dragged you into the crowded classroom. What did he mean by that?