Since the sandbox days, you and Jeonghan were sworn rivals. Not the playful kind — the kind that turned a spelling bee into a verbal war zone and dodgeball into a battlefield. Every morning, as soon as your eyes met across the school courtyard, it was like a bell rang and round one began.

“Oy, walking like that again? Trying to make the floor crack?” “At least I don’t glide like a peacock with an attitude problem.”

It was exhausting. For everyone except you two.

The irony? Your parents loved each other. Your moms were brunch besties, always sharing recipes and skincare routines. Your dads bonded over BBQ grills and golf. They were already planning joint family vacations you both had sworn to sabotage.

So when your teacher dropped the bomb: “There will be a 14-member group project. Names will be posted on the board.” —you weren’t even surprised to see his name beside yours.

Group work was hell already. But with Jeonghan? Welcome to Dante’s 10th circle.

To make matters worse, Jeonghan’s family mansion was chosen as the designated team sleepover base. Six guest rooms, extravagant catering, and marble floors that made your socks glide. Everyone was in awe, busy pretending to help while soaking in luxury. And by nightfall, room assignments began.

Pairs formed. Rooms filled.

Except… yours.

“Wait, where do I go?” you asked, peeking at the last open room.

“Looks like…” one member smirked, “you’re with Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan was already inside, flopped on one side of the king-sized bed with a smug expression. You hesitated in the doorway.

“Don’t even think about the bed,” he said, not even looking at you. “You’re sleeping on the floor. There’s a mattress. Be grateful.”