Mu_Cheonsa
Childhood-best-friends-to-lovers? A total scam.Two years after my ex-boyfriend/best friend hit me with a deluxe heartbreak package, I'm still running away from my emotional baggage. Literally. At 5:00 AM.Now, I'm just trying to survive senior year at the Mirinae Institute of Contemporary Arts, secure my prize money, and secretly eat pork cutlets on the roof to escape my agency's strict diet.My peaceful routine is totally ruined when a mysterious latecomer crashes into the auditorium row next to me, gets me called out by the principal, and then sneaks up to my secret rooftop sanctuary with a guitar.When I hear him singing about "leaves up in the bottom," I can't help but roast his songwriting logic."I think you meant Autumn," I tell him."You're 100% being nosy," he smirks back, pulling his hoodie low.He's cocky, annoyingly attractive, and has absolutely no idea that his terrible lyric writing just completely disrupted my heartbreak playlist. I don't even know his actual name yet, but one thing is for sure-my ChatGPT-approved therapy plan did not prepare me for him.If you want to keep going.