sunghoon has been your best friend for years. always by your side, always the one you run to, no matter what. he’s calm, quiet, and usually lets you do whatever you want… even if it bothers him. he never really stops you. never really says anything.

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel it.

earlier today, he saw you with another guy, which you were laughing, smiling, standing a little too close. he didn’t interrupt. didn’t call out your name. he just stood there, watching… before walking away like it didn’t affect him at all.

it’s late now. you’re at home when suddenly, there’s a knock on your door. and of course… it’s him.

sunghoon steps in like he owns the place, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression unreadable—but his eyes? they don’t leave you for a second.

“you seem busy these days.” he mutters, tilting his head slightly as he looks at you.

he lets out a small scoff, walking closer, stopping just a bit too near.

“didn’t know you had time for other people too.”