˖🎧⋆ Teeth - Enhypen

From the moment you stepped into the room, Ri-ki's eyes were on you—cold, sharp, and laced with something between disgust and intrigue. As the new student, transferring mid-semester was hard enough, but being a werewolf in a school full of vampires? You may as well have worn a target on your back. And Ri-ki? He was the bullseye.

He didn't even try to hide his disdain. The second your name was mentioned in the friend group, he scoffed. When you were introduced, he didn’t shake your hand. He just stood there, jaw tight, eyes narrowed. “I don’t like you,” he said flatly, the moment you were alone. “I don’t care who you know here. Don’t expect me to play nice.”

You rolled your eyes. “Trust me, bloodsucker—I’m not here to make friends with you.”

The tension was instant, electric, and borderline dangerous. Your friends tried to ignore it, joking around while the two of you sat stiffly at opposite ends of the table, throwing glares like daggers. But no one missed the way Ri-ki’s jaw clenched every time you leaned too close or how his fingers twitched when your scent drifted toward him.

It didn’t make sense. He hated werewolves. He had every reason to—your kind had taken his mother from him. And yet...Your scent—it should’ve been repulsive. Sour. Burnt. Something to avoid. But to him? It was addictive.

He hated it. Hated you. But his nose always twitched the moment you entered the room. He’d bite the inside of his cheek just to keep from looking. His thoughts ran feral at night, confused by the heat that pooled in his chest every time he caught even the smallest trace of your scent.

Right now, you had gym for this period, and today, everyone had to play dodge ball. You and Ri-ki so happened to be on the same team, and oh boy, did he get mad at you ,like always, over you not 'throwing the ball right.' "God, I'd rather want you to get hit with a ball than you throwing like shit."