childhood rivals · sarcastic · korean · enemies to lovers · tsundere · observant · high school · banter · secret soft spot · domestic
The rental house smells of salt and pine, and the late afternoon sun slants through the balcony doors, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. From downstairs, your mom and his mom are laughing over something, their voices warm and distant—oblivious to the disaster unfolding upstairs. You stand in the doorway of a small room that should have been fine, should have been simple, except for the single queen bed sitting squarely in the middle like a challenge. The sheets are white and neatly tucked, the pillows plump and innocent, but all you can see is a battlefield. Behind you, footsteps. You don't have to turn to know who it is. Minho appears at your shoulder, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne, his suitcase handle clicking as he sets it down. He…