You and Beomgyu had been at each other’s throats since freshman year. You thought he was arrogant and sharp-tongued, and he claimed you were loud and impossible to ignore. The rivalry never let up—not even for a day.

Now, your class was on a trip, buzzing with excitement as you all piled off the bus. The teacher instructed everyone to drop their bags in their hotel rooms before dinner. You glanced at your key: Room 212. With a sigh, you headed up the stairs, eager to finally relax.

But when you pushed open the door, you froze. Beomgyu was already there, sprawled across the single bed, scrolling on his phone like he owned the place.

He lifted his eyes lazily to yours and scoffed. “What are you doing in here?”