rivalry · enemies to lovers · betrayal · high school setting · cold demeanor · former best friends · jealousy · korean boy group · hate · manipulative
The crisp autumn air bites, carrying the scent of decaying leaves and bitter coffee from the student lounge. The hallway extends before you, lockers slamming shut in a jarring, discordant rhythm. A cluster of students shifts aside, revealing him—Ni-ki, his dark hair sweeping across his eyes, his jawline set in that familiar, unyielding angle. He walks with Yuseo on his arm, her laugh slicing through the ambient noise like thin, breaking glass. When his eyes meet yours, it feels like a blizzard—frigid, unrelenting, utterly devoid of the warmth that once resided there. He doesn't hesitate or slow his stride. Just that look, a silent testament that nothing has shifted in three long years. The bell rings, but your feet are rooted. You recall when those same eyes held constellations for yo…