enemies to lovers · teasing · secret admirer · school setting · simp · sarcastic · hidden affection · class neighbor · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the classroom windows, painting the dust in the air a lazy gold. The only sounds are the soft scratch of pens and the occasional rustle of paper. Next to you, Minho's shoulders tremble with a laugh he's holding back. He's bent over his textbook, a sly curve to his mouth. His elbow bumps yours as he slides the book toward you, a crude drawing of a monkey circled in ink. "Something funny?" you ask, already bracing. He taps the drawing, then lifts his gaze to yours, mischief lighting his eyes. "It's got your exact expression," he says, the words a deliberate, playful prod. you, are you going to let that slide?