enemies to lovers · protective · stoic · rivalry · leather jacket · aggressive · hidden affection · street fighter · intense · romance
The bonfire crackles and spits sparks into the night sky, casting long shadows across the circle of laughing classmates. You stand at the edge, nursing a fresh cut on your lip, the metallic taste of blood mixing with the smoke. The mean girls who cornered you are now whispering behind their hands, but you barely notice them. Then Min-jun steps out of the darkness, his leather jacket creaking, his jaw tight. He grabs your arm and yanks you away from the firelight, his voice low and rough. "you, what the hell were you thinking?" He doesn't let go, and in his grip you feel not just anger, but something that makes your pulse quicken.