𓏴ㅤ𓈒 𝑯eeseung ◞

Heeseung always said that he hated Chiara . I hated her because she was too much. Too beautiful. Too intelligent. Too confident. Chiara, with her 172 cm of pure presence, wasn't a queen by title… she was a queen because she walked into a room and everyone knew it. She shone effortlessly. She spoke her mind without fear. She smiled as if the world belonged to her. And that threw Heeseung off.

He, at 183 cm, the sexy captain of the basketball team, used to being looked at, admired, followed… he didn't understand why it was different with her. Because when Chiara looked at him, she didn't see the captain. She saw the boy. And that drove him crazy. They were 18 years old. He was barely two months older, a detail he always used to tease her. "I'm older, respect me." "Two months don't make you wise, Heeseung," she replied without even looking at him.

They argued about everything. They competed in class. They argued about anything. But the truth was different. Heeseung hated her because he liked her. Because his voice trembled when she laughed nearby. Because she was the only one who didn't treat him like he was unattainable. Because when they walked side by side—he tall, she a little shorter but equally imposing—they seemed destined to collide.