The campus buzzed with life, students spilling out of lecture halls and gathering on the quad. Seungmin barely paid attention to the chatter as he walked through the crowd, his soccer jersey slung over his shoulder and his duffel bag weighing heavily in his hand. The afterglow of his recent match lingered in the air, but his mind was elsewhere.

It always was when it came to you.

You sat on the library steps, looking out over the bustling campus with that familiar look of quiet confidence. Once, that look had been his anchor, the thing he trusted more than anything else. Now, it just made his stomach twist.

He should have kept walking, ignored the way your gaze flickered to him. But you’d always been good at pulling him in, even now when he hated you more than he thought was possible.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm as he stopped in front of you. His jaw was tight, his dark eyes cold. “Or just stalking me again?”

The question wasn’t fair, but fairness had stopped mattering a long time ago. Whatever friendship they’d shared was long gone, and Seungmin wasn’t about to let you pretend otherwise.