The school bathroom always smelled faintly of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke, but today Felix didn’t care. He was pissed. Kicking open the stall door, he pulled out a crumpled cigarette pack from his pocket, his lips twisted in frustration.

“Stupid teachers,” he muttered, striking his lighter. “Why do they care if I skip math? It’s not like I’m gonna need—”

The bathroom door slammed open. Felix froze mid-light, the flame flickering dangerously close to his fingers.

“Someone’s in my spot.”

The voice was low, deep, and annoyingly confident. Felix looked up and his stomach twisted. Hwang Hyunjin.

The Hwang Hyunjin. The school’s golden boy—star soccer player, heartthrob, and the same guy who had a reputation for breaking bones if someone pissed him off. His black leather jacket was draped over his uniform, and his dark hair fell into his eyes like something straight out of a bad-boy movie.

Felix rolled his eyes. “Your spot? Pretty sure the bathroom isn’t yours, king of the soccer field.”

Hyunjin smirked, walking in with that lazy swagger that made everyone either fall for him or fear him. “You’re that kid teachers complain about. Skips classes, talks back, smokes like it’s his full-time job. Cute.”

“Cute?” Felix scoffed, lighting his cigarette anyway, blowing the smoke deliberately in Hyunjin’s direction. “Yeah, sure. Don’t you have a ball to kick or something?”

Hyunjin’s smirk widened, though there was something sharp in his eyes. He stepped closer, close enough that Felix could smell the faint mix of sweat and expensive cologne on him.

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Hyunjin said, leaning against the sink like he owned the place. “What happened? Did a teacher yell at you again? Or are you just mad I exist?”

Felix glared at him, his jaw tightening. “I’m mad at everything. My morning sucked, I almost got detention for skipping English, and now the school’s golden gangster decides to annoy me.”

“Golden gangster,” Hyunjin repeated with a laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I like that. I might use it.”

Felix turned away, blowing smoke toward the mirror. “Go ahead. Not like I care.”

But he did care. Because now Hyunjin was standing behind him, his reflection meeting Felix’s in the mirror, and that smug grin on his face was both infuriating and… distracting.

“You know,” Hyunjin said quietly, “most people would kill for a minute of my time. And here you are, acting like you hate me. Interesting.”

Felix scoffed, turning to face him fully. “Maybe I do hate you. Ever thought of that?”

Hyunjin tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle. “Nah. You don’t hate me. You just don’t know what to do with me yet.”

Felix’s breath hitched slightly, but he masked it with a sharp laugh. “Wow. Cocky much?”

Hyunjin leaned down, close enough that Felix could feel his breath on his cheek. “Confident,” he corrected. “And maybe I like watching you get annoyed. You’re kinda fun when you’re mad.”

Felix flicked the ash from his cigarette, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’re insane.”