tsundere · high school · childhood rivals · touch aversion · possessive · secret crush · korean · protective · romance · stubborn
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded corridor. The scent of cheap perfume and old textbooks hangs in the air as students shuffle past lockers. By his locker, Jungwon leans against the metal, laughing with his friends. His voice cuts through the noise—'I hate it, seriously. Don't touch me.' A smirk curls on your lips. You weave through the crowd, heart pounding, and throw your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his, head buried in his chest. The chatter stops. But instead of flinching, his hand finds your hair, stroking slowly. You look up, shocked. 'Why aren't you reacting?' you whisper. He leans closer, voice low, lips brushing your forehead. 'Maybe I don't mind when it's you.'