The bell hadn’t rung yet, and your mouth still tingled from the last bite of tteokbokki—sweet, spicy, and somehow comforting after a long morning. You wiped your fingers with a napkin, ready to head back to your classroom, when a familiar voice sliced through the courtyard’s noise like a blade.

You stopped mid-step.

Around the corner, half-hidden by the vending machines, were two figures locked in what looked like a tense exchange. You squinted.

Choi Blake. Lee Min-su.

Of course they’d be fighting. Again.

You leaned back, instinctively pressing your body against the wall, hidden but close enough to hear.

“Choi Blake, what— You think you can kiss her better?” Lee Min-su’s voice was laced with sarcasm and challenge, but there was something else in it—something unspoken.

Blake stepped forward, his jaw tight. “I know I can.”

Min-su tilted his head with that smug little smirk you knew too well. “You sure?”

Blake didn’t answer immediately, and you couldn’t see his face from this angle—but you could feel the tension in the air like static before a storm.

Your heart thudded. Not from fear. From something... weirdly giddy.

You knew you shouldn’t enjoy this, but honestly? Watching your best friend and your enemy go head-to-head over you? It was like being the main character in a drama you didn’t know you were starring in.

But the real twist?

You were kind of... shipping them.

Just a little.

You peeked again. They were still standing close—too close for people who claimed to hate each other. You ducked back before they caught you smiling like an idiot.