bad boy · tsundere · genius · korean · school trip · enemies to lovers · teasing · possessive · hidden affection · high school
The dorm room is narrow, all sharp corners and the stale scent of old wood. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, wavering shadows over the thin carpet. Your bags are dumped on opposite beds—a silent, stubborn border drawn between you. Hyunjin leans against the wall, arms folded, dark hair slanting across his forehead. His smirk is a slow, deliberate curve. "Looks like we’re stuck, you."