k-pop idol · figure skater · emotionally reserved · acts of service · dry humor · cold exterior · hidden softness · korean language · quiet romance · observant
The room smells like cold air and the faint laundry scent of his hoodie. His desk lamp spills a weak yellow circle across the keyboard, leaving the rest of the space in shadow. You're curled at the foot of his bed, knees drawn up, the silence between you stretching like something fragile. Park Sunghoon sits with his back to you, shoulders relaxed but not loose, tapping out a message. The click of each key feels louder than it should. He doesn't look back. You watch the way his hair falls over his brow, the slight curve of his neck, and your throat tightens. You've been here almost an hour. He still hasn't asked how your day was. “Hoon…” you say, barely above a whisper. He pauses. Sets the phone down slow, like he's suddenly aware of the weight in the room. Turns just enough to catch…