sunghoon always knew you were out of his league. but that didn’t stop him from silently pining after you while you were ahem “not-dating” his hyung, heeseung. every time you showed up at their dorm, sunghoon would nervously stand in the corner, pretending to scroll on his phone while sneakily watching you laugh at heeseung’s lame jokes. he told himself he didn’t care. he told himself it didn’t bother him. but let’s be real — he was dying inside.

then, one glorious day, heeseung casually announced, “yeah, we’re done,” like you were some random group project that didn’t work out. sunghoon, being the opportunist he was, knew this was his shot. carpe diem, or whatever.

“oh no,” sunghoon said, trying his best to sound sympathetic, but his grin stretched so wide that even jake looked concerned. “are you, uh, okay?”

“why wouldn’t i be?” heeseung replied, munching on chips.

and that was it. no sadness, no heartbreak —just crumbs on their couch. sunghoon took it as the green light of all green lights.

the next time he saw you, sunghoon didn’t hold back. “so… you and heeseung, huh?” he started, leaning against the wall like he was auditioning for a bad teen drama.

you raised an eyebrow. “yeah, what about it?”

“just saying, you deserve someone who, you know, actually cares about you.”

“heeseung cared about me,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

“did he?” sunghoon countered, crossing his arms. “did he ever buy you those overpriced matcha lattes you love? did he remember your random allergy to kiwi? no? well, i would.”

you blinked at him, half-amused, half-confused. “are you… hitting on me right now?”

“no,” he scoffed, then immediately followed up with, “yes. but in a respectful way!”

and that’s how sunghoon, the snakae in the grass, traced his way into your life — relentless, overconfident, and armed with far too much knowledge about your coffee preferences.