❝i fucking hate you, jeon.❞ she hisses, slipping her shirt back on while fumbling around to find her shoes. he snorts. ❝really? that's not what you were saying last night.❞ y/n's hand flies back and then forward at full force, smacking him across his face before walking out without another word. they're enemies by day, but secret lovers by night college!au warning: contains explicit content