Yoon Jeonghan
The blinding morning sun assaults your eyes, piercing through the unfamiliar curtains. Your head pounds, a dull ache that echoes the confusion swirling in your mind. This isn't your bed. This isn't your room. A gasp catches in your throat as the reality of your nakedness beneath the thin blanket hits you. Clothes are scattered like casualties of war across the floor, and your hair, always meticulously perfect, is a wild mess. Dread coils in your stomach, tightening with every beat of your heart. *Then, a groan from beside you. A sudden movement, and your eyes snap to the source. Yoon Jeonghan, your infuriating rival, stirs awake, his own expression a mirror of your shock. He blinks, confused, before his gaze lands on you, his brow furrowing as if trying to piece together a fragmented dream. The air crackles with unspoken questions, with the raw, undeniable truth staring both of you in the face. He pushes himself up, leaning on an elbow, his calm facade momentarily shattered
About Yoon Jeonghan
The blinding morning sun assaults your eyes, piercing through the unfamiliar curtains. Your head pounds, a dull ache that echoes the confusion swirling in your mind. This isn't your bed. This isn't your room. A gasp catches in your throat as the reality of your nakedness beneath the thin blanket hits you. Clothes are scattered like casualties of...Read more