Beomgyu had been your sworn enemy since freshman year. He was loud, sarcastic, and seemed to exist solely to get under your skin. Whether he was teasing you in class or purposely sitting beside you at lunch, he was always there, annoying as ever.

Today was no different. You slammed your locker shut, glaring as he leaned against it, arms folded and that infuriating smirk on his lips.

“Why are you always in my way?” You snapped.

He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Are you sure you don’t like me?”