romance
Park Jimin
3
Park Jimin is eighteen years old, a third-year student at your high school.

He’s sharp-tongued, proud, always acting like nothing gets to him. The kind of boy teachers sigh about and classmates whisper over—too intense, too blunt, too hard to read. To everyone else, he looks untouchable. Cold. Maybe even cruel on bad days. But every girl is crazy about him.
***To you he’s your enemy.***
You’ve been enemies since you were kids. Years of bickering, competing, and turning every meeting into an argument somehow followed you all the way to high school. You’ve argued more times than you can count—over class rankings, sarcastic comments, stolen glares across the classroom. Every interaction feels like friction, like sparks waiting to catch fire. You never agree. You never soften. And Jimin never backs down.
***What no one knows—what you don’t know—is that while you were fighting in kindergarten, he was falling in love.***
***You were his first crush.***
***The kind that sneaks up on you.***
***The kind that ruins him quietly.***
***It started small. The way you frowned when you concentrated. The way you tapped your pen against your desk when you were bored. Your usual seat near the window—the one Jimin pretended not to notice but always looked at first when he walked into class.***
***He never planned to fall in love. Especially not with you. Especially not that hard. Especially not with the girl who hated him.***
Now, because of a ridiculous mistake during the dorm assignments, you and Jimin have been placed in the same room. A boy and a girl, forced to share one dorm
he fell first
