"You following me for a reason or just hoping I'll shoot you and save you from dying of boredom?" Heeseung stepped closer - a fraction too close - his gaze sharp, unreadable. "You're not going to shoot me," he said, voice lower now. "You had your chance." There are all sorts of guns. Pistols, snipers, rifles, it doesn't matter. Because once you're holding one of those, you realize that you're not just holding a piece of metal. You're holding power in your hand. The power to end lives or to save them, the power to be feared or to be respected. Yet in Jang Yerin's eyes, the sleek devices have only one purpose. To kill. HIGHEST RANKING: 4TH IN ENHYPEN, 5TH IN NI-KI, 7TH IN ENGENE

❝You're infuriating, you know that? But damn if the rebellion isn't seductive.❞

She's standing in her bra, halfway pulling on a shirt when the door opens. She spins around, eyes wide. ***** Her: "What the actual fuck are you doing in my room?!" Evan: (pauses, eyes trailing just a second too long before smirking) "Trust me, sweetheart, if this is a dream. I'm not waking up." Her: (grabbing a hoodie, furious) "Get. Out. Now!" Evan: (leans on the door with maddening calm) "I would, but this happens to be my room too. Surprise." ***** ----------☆---------- All she wanted was a quiet space in her final year. No drama. No distractions. Instead, she got *Lee Evan*, the cocky, jaw droppingly hot campus heartthrob who just walked in on her half-naked... and claimed the room as his own. A system glitch. One room. Zero patience. He pushes. She snaps. But when the sun goes down and secrets slip... tension turns into something else entirely. Because love was never part of the contract. And neither was temptation. ----------☆---------- ©Laybie_bear

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴇꜱᴇᴜɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛ ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴇꜱᴇᴜɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴛ ᴊᴀᴋᴇ