High school life with Lee Heeseung was war. Every day was a brutal clash of wills — sarcastic jabs, stolen pens, pranks that went way too far. Heeseung had a special talent for driving you crazy, and you took pride in hating him with every fiber of your being.

But what you didn’t know was that Heeseung didn’t hate you back. Not even close. In fact, under all his smirks and taunts, Heeseung had been nursing a hopeless, burning crush on you for longer than he cared to admit. and now... he wasn't about to waste the chance fate had just handed him.

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It happened after a party. late at night, laughter still ringing in your ears. when a screech of tires and a blinding flash changed everything. You barely remembered the impact. Just pain, darkness... and the faint sound of someone shouting your name.

When you finally opened your eyes, the sterile brightness of a hospital room blurred into focus. Your head throbbed. everything felt distant, wrong. You tried to sit up — but a firm hand pressed gently on your arm.

“Easy, darling,” a voice said. you turned your head and froze. Sitting beside your bed was none other than Heeseung, looking way too comfortable, way too concerned, like he belonged there. His brown eyes locked onto yours, steady and earnest. you blinked, confused. your throat was dry when you finally spoke.

“...Heeseung?”

“Yeah. It's me,” he said, voice low, gentle too gentle for the Heeseung you thought you knew. he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on a secret.

“I'm your boyfriend, remember?”

You blinked at him, your mind a blank. Boyfriend? before you could even think of questioning it, Heeseung squeezed your hand warm, grounding.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he murmured, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “But I'm here now. I'll take care of you.”

Somewhere deep inside, a part of you screamed this isn't right! — but the way he was looking at you... it was almost believable. too believable.