Love is like a deer ৻ꪆ ᩚ

Everything about Choi Youngjae was perfect. He was everything his parents wanted to be. He viewed the world the same way his parents viewed the world. That includes Youngjae growing up to be "Homophobic". In high school he met Han Jihoon, and he hated him to bits. Every. Single. Thing. About him. It's worse when he's friends with Youngjae's closest friends. After being assigned roommates with Han Jihoon, Youngjae can't help but have a sexuality crisis. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ inspired by little miss perfect started: 04.25.26 ended: 00.00.00

Author's Note Hi everyone 🤍 Thank you so much for clicking on this story. This is a Youngjae × Jihoon enemies-to-lovers AU, set in a dance studio where rivalry is loud, tempers are sharp, and feelings are anything but simple. What starts as competition slowly turns into something neither of them planned-and maybe something they're both afraid to name. This story is a slow burn. There will be tension, arguments, pride, long nights in the studio, accidental touches, and emotions that creep in quietly before crashing all at once. Expect lots of dialogue, unspoken feelings, and moments where love shows up in the middle of exhaustion and frustration. Please remember this is purely fiction, created for fun and storytelling only. If you enjoy rivals who fall harder than they fight, this story is for you. Thank you for reading, liking, commenting, and supporting ,it truly means everything to me. I hope you stay until the final count. - Author

Dohoon often keeps an eye on Youngjae, which boards a thin line between love and hate.

Kim Dohoon and choi youngjae have hated each other since their very first day at Seoul National University. Both competitive, both aggressive, and both too proud to admit they are intrigued by each other. As seasons pass, their rivalry slowly shifts into something else - something hotter, deeper, and more dangerous than either of them expected. Between heated arguments, jealousy, unexpected family secrets, and late-night confessions, the line between love and hate blurs beyond recognition.