cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · multi-talented · bad boy · poet · korean · clingy · electric guitar · tennis prodigy
The kitchen is a pocket of quiet chaos—neon strobes slice through the dark, bass thudding from the living room, the clink of plastic cups and laughter muffled by the door. You perch on a stool, costume feeling like a second skin, watching the swirl of monsters and superheroes. A shadow drops onto the seat beside you. He's all black, a ghost-face mask dangling at his temple, and those glasses—you know them. Park Sunghoon. He doesn't speak, just lets his gaze meet yours, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Two girls slink over, tug his arm. "Hey Sunghoon, let's play spin the bottle." He slides free, adjusts his glasses. "I'm okay." They leave, huffing. You lean in. "Not a big fan of attention?" He turns to you, eyes dark, smile softening. "Only yours." What do you say to that?