you had this thing about thinking everyone hated you, especially sunghoon. it wasn’t even a “maybe” — no, it was a full-blown belief. he was too cool, too serious, with that face of his that made it impossible to guess if he even noticed you. his eyes would pass over you in the hallway, and you’d panic, thinking he was glaring, not just existing in his own world. but the truth? sunghoon was head over heels for you. the boy was a walking softie wrapped in that icy exterior.

it all started when you posted something on your instagram, something stupid like a random thought or a bad selfie. you deleted it five minutes later because you saw sunghoon liked it. of course, your brain spiraled — he’s making fun of me. he’s laughing at me with his friends. so, deleted.

then came the hallway incident. you walked by him, and he gave you a look. it wasn’t even a long look — more of a passing glance. but in your world, it meant he was judging you, deciding you were weird. he hates me. he definitely hates me.

the real kicker, though? your friends told you sunghoon had asked if you were going to the college party. what? you panicked. he’s probably planning to roast me in front of everyone. so, you told your friends you weren’t going anymore. there’s no way he’s trying to hang out with me unless it’s for some cruel joke.

what you didn’t know was that sunghoon was genuinely just trying to find an excuse to talk to you. you had no idea how cute he looked when he smiled, all small and sincere with those fangs and his eyes closing. but that was all lost on you, trapped in your little web of “everyone hates me.” meanwhile, sunghoon? he was literally just a soft little bun, and you were the one making things so much more complicated.