Chapter Six: "I Hate How You Make Me Feel" (Updated with Jealousy & Romantic Tension)
The story was submitted. The class was stunned.
Nobody believed Rio Nova and Han Seo — two walking wars — had written it together.
They weren’t just enemies.
They were poison to each other.
Yet the professor looked pleased. He smiled and said,8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxwZfsnW8Vy
“I didn’t know enemies could create such chemistry.”
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Chemistry.
Han sat in her wheelchair, still, tight-lipped. She could feel Rio smirking beside her.
She hated that smirk.
People in the hallway had already started whispering.
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“Rio sat so close… I thought she was going to kiss her!”
Han’s ears burned. She wheeled herself forward, ignoring the noise.
Behind her, Rio’s boots echoed — slow, lazy, irritating.
“Why are you still following me?” Han asked, glaring over her shoulder.
Rio leaned against the elevator door with a casual shrug.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVIY1nWnBwo
“I like watching you get mad. It makes me feel powerful.”
“You’re stupid.”
“And you’re jealous.”
Han turned sharply. “Jealous of what?!”
Rio walked closer, leaned down, whispered near her cheek.
“Of the girl I hugged before class. The one who touched my chain. You saw it, didn’t you?”
Han’s jaw clenched.
She had seen it. A girl laughing, brushing something off Rio’s collar, way too close. And Rio hadn’t even pushed her away.
“You’re gross.”
Rio smirked wider. “You’re jealous.”
Han rolled into the elevator, fuming. Rio followed.
A heavy silence fell between them.
As the doors shut, Rio casually leaned close. Their shoulders brushed.
Han didn’t move away.
She hated herself for not moving.
Later that day, under the trees near the gate, Han waited for her driver.
Again. No show.
“Delayed. Be there in 40 mins,” read the text.
Han sighed and put her phone away. Her head leaned back against her chair in frustration.
And, like a curse, Rio Nova appeared again.
“Wow,” Rio said, sipping cold soda, “you’re being ditched a lot lately. Must be karma.”
“Go away.”
“Can’t. I’m your hero again.” Rio gestured toward the curb.
A girl in a helmet sat on a motorbike, scrolling her phone.
“Meet Jae,” Rio said. “She drove me here. But lucky for you, she’s leaving.”
The girl waved. “Later, Ri~” she said playfully, blowing a kiss.
Han’s eyes narrowed.
“Seriously?” she snapped. “Do all your friends flirt like that?”
Rio tilted her head, smug. “Only the ones who aren’t scared of me.”
Han looked away, biting her tongue. Jealousy itched in her throat.
Rio suddenly crouched down. “Your ride’s late. Let’s go.”
“Don’t touch me—”
Too late. Rio picked her up in one swift move — bridal style.
Han’s heart jumped.
“Put me down, idiot!”
“Shhh,” Rio whispered, smirking, “don’t make a scene. I know you like this.”
She sat Han sideways on the bike seat, then got on behind her. Her arms brushed Han’s sides as she adjusted the balance.
Han could feel Rio’s breath near her ear.
“Don’t lean on me.”
“You already are.”
“Rio—”
“Shhh. Just feel it.”
The engine roared to life.
The ride home was quiet.
But Han’s heart wasn’t.
At the front door, Rio lifted her again without asking. Han’s father opened the door.
“She with you again?” he asked, half-smiling.
“She forced herself,” Han muttered, looking away.
Rio just laughed, her voice low.
Chapter Seven: “Don’t Make Me Want You”
That night, Han lay in bed staring at the ceiling.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKK032XaR6f
The wind outside tapped against her window like fingers reminding her...
You let her go.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrf8ltaft6t
You didn’t ask her to stay.
She had lifted you like you meant something.
And you just… let her walk out.
Han turned to her side, restless.
Her chest felt tight.
Next morning, the sun spilled into the room through pale curtains. Han was already dressed early — lips set, hair tied back.
She didn’t know what she was expecting. But a part of her… was waiting.
She didn’t text. She didn’t call.
Not even a stupid emoji.
Fine. Han told herself she didn’t care.
But her eyes kept checking the gate outside.
At university, Rio was laughing with that same girl again — the one from yesterday. The one who blew the kiss.
They stood by the vending machine, too close.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6d0YBThBCb
The girl touched Rio’s arm.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZP8YT2dsQj
Rio didn’t move.
Han wheeled past them with her jaw tight and her eyes straight.
But Rio didn’t even turn.
It stung more than she expected.
Later, Han sat alone in the library corner, trying to read.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5EtGIVWfXS
Failing.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz7FapKBscZ
Thinking.
Then Rio’s voice — from nowhere — echoed near her.
“Looking for a spell to erase me from your brain?”
Han looked up.
Rio stood across the table, arms folded, face unreadable.
Han’s voice came sharp. “You’re late.”
“For what?”
Han blinked. She didn’t know.
“For… being annoying.”
Rio leaned down, slowly. Her fingers brushed a stray hair off Han’s cheek.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ37hjVXULmn
The touch was brief. Too brief.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAbku2XE9Yi
But Han felt it like fire.
“You didn’t tell me to stay,” Rio whispered. “So I left.”
“I didn’t think you wanted to stay.”
“I did. Until you acted like I was a ghost.”
Han bit her lip. “You’re not easy to handle.”
Rio’s eyes narrowed, lips twitching. “Neither are you.”
The tension hung heavy between them.
Han’s hand gripped the side of the table. Her throat was dry.
Then Rio smirked. “Relax. I’m over it.”
She turned to walk away.
But Han called out. “Wait.”
Rio paused.
Han didn’t know what she wanted to say.
So instead, she asked, “Who was that girl?”
Rio tilted her head. “Jealous again?”
Han looked down. “No.”
Rio’s voice dropped lower. “She doesn’t kiss my cheek when she’s mad. You do.”
Han’s head shot up, stunned. “I—!”
But Rio was already walking away, throwing a smirk over her shoulder.
Later that day, in the empty music room, Han was adjusting her books when Rio walked in.
Alone. Quiet.
She sat across from Han without a word.
For five minutes, they said nothing.
Then Rio whispered, “I dreamed about you.”
Han looked up.
“You were mad at me,” Rio said softly. “But you still held my hand.”
Han’s throat clenched.
Rio leaned forward, just a little.
“I don’t want to be needed by you,” she said, voice bitter-sweet. “But I hate when you need someone else.”
Han looked at her, broken silence in her eyes.
Rio reached across the table, their fingers barely touching.
“Don’t make me want you, Han,” she whispered. “Because if I want you… I’ll never let anyone else near you again.”
“You didn’t stop me either.”
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