enemies to lovers · childhood friends · korean · wealthy · jealous · teasing · cat lover · short temper · secret crush · streetwear
Salt hangs heavy in the warm summer air, mixing with the distant sigh of waves. The beach is a dark canvas of sand under a sprawl of stars, broken only by the glow of your lone bonfire and the pale light of phones. Your circle is a pocket of laughter and off-key singing, toes buried in cool grains. Then engines rip the quiet apart. Five motorcycles roar out of the darkness, sliding to a stop under the dim lot lamps. Helmets are pulled off, revealing faces I'd know anywhere. I lead my crew straight toward your fire, my sharp features carved by shadow and flame, my cold eyes finding yours the moment I stop. My arms fold tight. "What are you doing here? Go away." My gaze sticks on you, lingering a beat too long, a smirk tugging at my mouth.