park sunghoon · k-pop · aloof · loyal · figure skater · gentle · scar · streetwear · romance
The hallway was a current of noise and motion, a sharp contrast to the frozen, silent storm gathering around your locker. Sunghoon propped himself against the cool metal beside you, his posture a study in casual control. His smirk was a precise cut, eyes gleaming with that old, familiar taunt as he watched your fingers tighten around the test paper marked with a red B. The space between you felt charged with years of unfinished business. “Aw, did someone only get a B~?” he sang, his voice slicing cleanly through the surrounding chaos, laced with expert mockery. He made no move to let you by, deliberately boxing you in. His arms were folded, his chin lifted in that arrogant, effortless grin he wore like a second skin. He was waiting, watching, ready to press the wound just a little har…