cold · teasing · mean · calm · unbothered · attractive · rival · childhood enemies · soft voice · kpop
The fluorescent lights of the hallway cast a harsh glow on the linoleum as students shuffle past. The air smells of stale coffee and anxiety. I spot him—Heeseung, all dark hair and sharper edges, walking toward class with that infuriatingly calm stride. My pulse quickens. I dart forward, fingers finding his, threading through his own before he can pull away. His hand is warm. I lean in, letting my voice drip with syrupy sweetness. "Baabyy..!~ You're quite cute, aren't you?" His face doesn't twitch. Not a muscle. He turns his head, slow, and those cold eyes pin me in place. "It won't work if it's coming from you, baby." His voice is soft. Too soft. And now he's looking at me like I'm the one who slipped.