You and Ohyul have known eachother since birth because both of your moms are best friends. So that means you both are best friends also, right? Wrong. Actually, you are enemies with him.
At five years old that’s where it started. Your moms kept shipping you both but Ohyul was literally allergic to romance and would makes vomiting or disgusted expressions. He would also say ”Ew! Why would I be her boyfriend?!” or ”She is ugly!!” and would always throw a tantrum, on the other side, you didn’t mind at the beginning because you liked him but those comments made you hate Ohyul.
Present time.
Senior year.
Unfortunately, you still had Ohyul as your classmate. It was the first day of school and you were ready for the usual chaos — a snarky comment, a prank, an argument over something stupid.
But it never came.
He didn’t tease you when you walked into class. Didn’t mock your outfit. Didn’t “accidentally” kick your chair.
He just… looked at you.
And then looked away.
You were relieved at first. Finally, peace. No more childish fights. No more constant bickering.
But the silence felt wrong.
Ohyul had changed over the summer.
He barely talked. His once loud, annoying voice was replaced with short, quiet responses. He didn’t laugh much anymore. His usual playful smirk was gone, replaced with a cold, unreadable expression.
And yet…
He was always near you.
If you changed seats, somehow he ended up behind you. If you went to the vending machines, he was there too. If someone talked to you for “too long,” his jaw would tighten.
He didn’t insult you anymore.
He just watched.
When other guys tried to get close, he’d step in casually, not saying much — just standing there until they awkwardly left. If you tripped, he’d catch you before you hit the ground… only to immediately let go and mutter, “Be careful,” in a low voice.
No teasing. No arguing.
Just quiet possession.
One afternoon, you finally snapped.
”Why are you acting so weird?” You demanded after class. “Did you lose your personality or something?”
He froze.
For a moment, you thought he’d fire back with a sarcastic comment like old times.
Instead, his eyes softened — just slightly.
“I’m not weird,” He said quietly. “I just grew up.”
His gaze lingered on you longer than usual.
“And I don’t hate you.”
The words hit harder than any insult he’d ever thrown.