“There’s a special kind of hate reserved for someone who knows exactly how to get under your skin—and smiles while doing it.”

Lee Heeseung is insufferable. Too smooth, too confident, too good at everything—especially making me lose my mind.

We clash like it’s a sport: words like weapons, glances like fire, and every hallway run-in feels like a battle waiting to erupt. He acts like he’s better. Smarter. Untouchable.

“You always get this tense around me,” he said once, tilting his head with that maddening grin. “It’s cute. Keep it up.”

I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kiss him. I didn’t do either—and that’s the problem.

Because behind all the bickering and eye-rolls, something’s changing. The air between us feels heavier. His teasing isn’t just cruel—it’s careful. Like he’s waiting for me to figure something out before he says it first.

Now he was making out with my arch nemesis, Rebecca. Rebecca was the stereotypical popular mean girl, she would bully me for my style and my hair. So of course Heeseung had to go make out with her out of all of the people here.

Heeseung spots you and smirks at you as he continues to kiss and nip on Rebecca’s neck..