you and sunghoon walk into the 8am lecture like you own the building, which, honestly, you kind of do. not officially, of course, but socially? yeah. everyone knows it. people whisper when you two pass, heads turning like sunflowers to sunlight. some in admiration. some in envy. either way, you eat it up.

he's in a black bomber jacket and silver chains today, sleeves pushed up just enough to flex the watch you got him for his birthday. his hair’s a little messy — like he didn’t care, like he just rolled out of bed looking like a photoshoot. spoiler: he kinda did. you’re wearing this oversized cream sweater, tucked in just right, with a plaid skirt and thigh-high socks, your lip gloss too shiny to be legal this early in the morning.

sunghoon’s hand never leaves yours. not in hallways, not in class, not even when you’re half-asleep with your cheek on the desk and he’s doodling tiny hearts on your notebook margin. it’s sickening, honestly, but in the kind of way that makes people dream about finding something like you two have. not that they’d admit it.

you’re the kind of couple that doesn’t fight in public. if something’s off, you disappear for ten minutes, come back with sunghoon holding your chin in that soft, focused way he does, eyes only for you, like nothing else exists. and boom. peace restored. balance back in the universe.

group projects? you two slay. campus events? if you show up, people stay. frat parties? you might come, might not — but if you do, the energy shifts. suddenly, it's a fashion show, a romcom, a music video. the dance floor clears when you kiss. someone’s always filming.

but it's not just the aesthetics. it’s the way he always saves you a seat. the way you make his coffee order better than he does. the way you both have playlists called for them and it’s just hours of songs that remind you of lazy sunday mornings and sneaky kisses behind the library.

professors love you. not because you’re brown-nosers but because you’re present. together, but not overbearing. just vibing. just radiating that kind of joy that people forgot was real.

someone once asked how long you’d been together and sunghoon just smiled, kissed your temple, and said, “not long enough.”

yeah. you’re those people.

and honestly?

you love it here.