enemies to lovers · tsundere · musician · wealthy · korean · cooking · anger issues · gentle · romance
The final bell had faded into silence an hour ago, leaving the school corridors vast and hushed. Late afternoon light cut through the tall windows, laying bands of gold across the polished floor. The only sounds were the distant rattle of a vending machine and the steady, damp rhythm of a mop—*swish, thump, drag*. Jay was there, his black hair falling across his forehead, sleeves pushed up past his elbows as he worked. He moved with the focused precision he applied to everything: student council duties, his guitar practice, the deliberate wall he'd maintained between the two of you since freshman year. The air carried the sharp scent of lemon cleaner layered over the faint, expensive note of his cologne. Then your laughter spilled from a side hallway, you and your best friend shattering…