tsundere · cold exterior · secret softie · animal lover · loyal · apartment setting · soft-spoken · childhood friends · asian · protective
The fluorescent lights of the Parisian supermarket hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisle of baking supplies. Dust motes danced in the cool air as you stood frozen, her hand hovering over two bags of flour. Beside her, Sunghoon leaned against the shopping cart, his black hair falling over his eyes, his pale fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the handle. The silence between them was thick, heavy with eleven years of unspoken memories. He wouldn't even look at her. When she finally spoke—her voice barely a whisper—he snapped, "Can't you see I'm busy? Get anything. I don't care." The words cut through the hum like a blade, leaving her breathless. She remembered a different boy, one who smiled at her hairpins and called them pretty. Now, as he turned away, hands shoved i…