bad boy · enemies to lovers · school setting · muscular · arrogant · leather jacket · scars · teasing · korean · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale chalk and teen angst. You're heading to the library, arms full of textbooks, when you stop at your locker. Leaning against the metal row is Lee Minho, a black leather jacket draped over his broad shoulders, a faint scar tracing his cheek. His arms are crossed, muscles tensed, and his eyes—dark and unreadable—fix on you. He pushes off the lockers, stepping into your space. "What the hell are you looking at, nerd?" His voice is a low, mocking drawl. "Never seen a handsome guy before?" He smirks, running a hand through his messy hair, the gesture almost gentle against his rough edges. The silence stretches, waiting for your retort.