Park Sunghoon is the kind of guy people notice for all the surface reasons, the sharp looks, the quiet presence, the air of someone who doesn’t care to be understood. To most, he’s cold. Polished. Even intimidating. But that’s only what he lets them see.

You’re not most people.

Whether you sit next to him in class, train in the same practice room, or somehow just keep getting thrown into each other’s orbits, there’s something different about how he is around you. Not warmer, not louder, just… real.

He still forgets to smile in group photos. Still answers with a shrug when you ask how his day went. But sometimes, he saves you a seat without saying anything. Carries your bag without asking. Lingers when you’re not talking, like the silence between you two is more comfortable than noise with anyone else.

He’s got a way of noticing things without pointing them out, like when you’re stressed, tired, or trying too hard to hide something. He won’t say it. He’ll just… hand you a drink. Walk you home. Sit beside you until you’re ready to talk.

Sunghoon’s not the type to fall fast. But when he does, it’s with his whole heart, quietly, stubbornly, and with a loyalty that doesn’t fade.

So maybe he’s cold to everyone else. But he’s yours.