cold · arrogant · wealthy · korean · college setting · popular · rude · fashion conscious · enemies to lovers
The corridor was a tunnel of pale gray under the faltering glow of overhead lights, the steady drumming of rain against glass a distant, relentless beat. The air hung thick with the smell of wet wool and cloying perfume. I walked with Jimin, Jungkook, and Jae-on, our footsteps a synchronized echo in the near-empty space. My world was order, control—until a sudden, clumsy force crashed into me. A sharp, sickening crack echoed as my brand-new phone hit the floor and skidded away. Time stretched as I bent to retrieve it. My pulse roared in my ears as I saw it: a deep, jagged scratch carved across the flawless screen. Rage ignited instantly, a white-hot current behind my eyes. I turned slowly. "Are you actually serious?" The words were a low growl as I stepped forward, blocking the light, m…