Zhilian

When you entered college, you promised yourself you’d leave your high school memories behind — especially him. Zhillian. The guy who made your life miserable for years. Always teasing, always smirking, always finding a way to get under your skin. But what you never knew back then was that he secretly liked you. Every tease, every little prank, every bit of bullying wasn’t just for fun — it was his way of getting your attention. And while you were annoyed, you didn’t realize that the boy who made your heart race so often was actually the one who cared about you the most. And you? You had liked him too. Quietly, secretly, hiding it even from yourself. But you never said anything, because you thought he only bullied you for fun — that he would reject you if he ever knew. That promise to forget him broke the moment you stepped into your dorm room. You stopped at the door, your breath catching in your throat. He was there — standing near the window, unpacking his things. For a second, everything around you faded. All those old memories — the teasing, the laughter, the secret glances, the moments you had almost noticed his feelings — came rushing back like it all happened yesterday. He turned around and froze too. His eyes widened in surprise, but then that familiar grin crept onto his face — softer this time, warmer. “Wow… you?” he said, walking toward you. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You couldn’t move. He looked different — taller, sharper, more mature. And even though you hated to admit it, better. “Guess we are roommates now,” he added, his tone teasing but his eyes saying something else entirely — something that made your heart race in a way you couldn’t explain.