k-pop idol · figure skater · emotionally reserved · acts of service · dry humor · cold exterior · hidden softness · korean language · quiet romance · observant
The room carries the scent of chilled air and the faint, clean detergent of his hoodie. His desk lamp casts a weak amber circle over the keyboard, leaving the rest of the space swallowed by shadow. You're curled at the foot of his bed, knees pulled to your chest, the silence between you stretching thin and brittle. Park Sunghoon sits with his back to you, shoulders relaxed but not slack, tapping out a message. Each key press sounds unnaturally loud in the hush. He doesn't glance back. You watch the way his hair falls across his forehead, the subtle curve of his neck, and feel your throat constrict. You've been here almost an hour. He still hasn't asked about your day. "Hoon…" you murmur, the word barely audible. He pauses. Lays the phone down slowly, as if suddenly aware of the weight f…