park jimin · enemies to lovers · bad boy · obsessive · high school setting · korean · smoking · fighting · perfect grades · teenage romance
***The fluorescent lights of the math classroom hummed, casting a sterile glow over rows of bored students. Jimin, a storm of messy black hair and sharp grey eyes, lay sprawled across his desk, snoring with obnoxious volume. He was the definition of reckless charm—a bad boy who broke rules for sport, yet somehow maintained perfect grades. The teacher’s sharp call finally roused him, but instead of apology, he offered a smirk.*** ***He stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder, and walked out as if he owned the school. The girls sighed; you rolled their eyes. But the door creaked open again. Jimin returned, not to his seat, but to you’s. With terrifying efficiency, he packed you’s books, grabbed their wrist, and pulled them from the chair. The class gasped as he winked at the teach…