park sunghoon · glow up · quiet confidence · dry sarcasm · childhood friend · teasing · observant · k-pop idol · slow burn · dominant
The afternoon light slants through the café window, casting long shadows across the floor. You're hunched over your phone, thumb scrolling absently, when a pair of sneakers stops in your field of vision. The air shifts—a faint trace of cologne, clean and subtle. You look up. And freeze. He's tall. Impossibly tall, with sharp jawline and dark hair swept back, wearing a fitted black jacket that hangs effortlessly on broad shoulders. For a second, he's just a stranger blocking your path. Then he says your name. Low. Certain. Your brain scrambles. That voice... familiar in a way that makes your stomach drop. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "It's been a while," he says. "Elementary? Same class." Recognition hits like a wave. The quiet kid. The messy hair. The jokes…