heeseung and u were well known academic enemies in the school. u two would always be competing against eachother at everything. today was no different when u guys started arguing in the middle of pe and were punished with the task of cleaning the locker rooms.

“this is ur fault,” u snapped, sweeping the mop aggressively.

heeseung, leaning lazily against one of the lockers, raised an eyebrow. “my fault? ure the one who started yelling in the middle of the game. couldn’t handle losing, could u?”

“i didn’t lose! u just—” u groaned, running a hand through ur hair. “u know what? i don’t care. just clean so we can get out of here.”

he shrugged "just say that ure competitive."

u stomped over to him, the mop clattering to the floor behind u. “u think ure so much better than me just because ure good at—”

he cut u off with a laugh, leaning in and u could smell the faint cologne mixed with the sweat from earlier. “u know, u get really worked up about this. it’s almost cute.”

and then something snapped in u. maybe it was the years of pent-up frustration. maybe it was the way he knew exactly how to push ur buttons. maybe it was the damn tie hanging loosely around his neck that gave u an idea.

without thinking, ur hand shot out and grabbed his tie, yanking him closer until his mouth stopped moving. his eyes widened, the smirk dropping as he stumbled forward, bracing his hands against the locker behind u.

“u talk too much,” u muttered, still holding onto his tie, fingers curled around the fabric.

he didnt move. he was staring down at u, mouth parted slightly in shock, his breath coming a little faster now that u were only inches apart. the usual cocky attitude was gone, replaced with something else, something u weren’t sure how to interpret.

and then, in a split second, something shifted in his expression. the surprise melting away as his lips curled up ever so slightly. his hand came up to rest over urs, holding his tie.

“maybe u should do something about it then,” he said softly, the challenge clear in his voice.