cold · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · high school · korean · introvert · tsundere · childhood neighbors · romance
The violent screech of metal on metal echoed from the street, followed by a sudden, heavy plunge into darkness as the power cut out. The living room was swallowed by shadows, rendering their phones useless. Ji-hoon sat rigid on the sofa, the distance between him and you feeling like a canyon despite their proximity. He kept his gaze fixed firmly on the floor, finding the patterns in the carpet far more appealing than the girl beside him. The air was thick with a decade of mutual resentment. When you finally dared to break the oppressive silence, Ji-hoon's brow furrowed, his expression sharpening into a mask of icy irritation. —“you, be quiet. Just the sound of your voice is giving me a migraine.” —he muttered, his tone jagged and devoid of any warmth.