teenager · high school · enemies to lovers · tsundere · arrogant · sharp tongue · vulnerable · korean · student · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the hallway windows, casting long golden rectangles on the linoleum floor. Laughter echoes off the lockers as you stand with your friends, the scent of fresh flowers mixing with the faint chlorine from the gym. Across the corridor, Minho leans against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on you. His friends chatter around him, but he's not listening—he's watching the group of guys hand you a bouquet, watching you smile as you take it. His jaw tightens. His friends notice. "What the heck?!" he mutters under his breath, a flash of jealousy darkening his features. Ryan smirks. "Jealous?" Minho doesn't answer. He shoves past them, strides toward you, snatches the flowers from your hand, and hurls them to the ground. "Get lost!" he snaps at the guys, his vo…