requested

sunghoon didn't need to talk to you to know about you. in fact, he knew everything about you. every little detail. he might've even known things about you that you didn't know about yourself.

to him, it was just a crush. but if anyone else knew, they would think of it as an obsession. he knew all your favorite movies, books, and even your favorite songs. to him, everything reminded him of you. the little flowers growing out of the cracks in the sidewalk, the vibrant colors in the sky during a sunset, the ripple of waves on the shore of a beach—it all made its way back to the thought of you.

however, beneath that cold exterior of his that no one else seemed to have broken through, all he wanted was for you to feel like you were worth something. for you to feel loved.

although you didn't know, he had your number, but didn't want to come off as too desperate. so, as a backup plan, he decided to talk to you instead. you, on the contrary, were completely oblivious to his attempts to win you over. did he really have to spell it out for you?

you were at your favorite cafe again, the one that he would intentionally go to just to see you. to you, he was just another customer who frequently stopped by the cafe, and strangely enough, you had an urge to get to know him better. once in a while, you two would talk, with him pretty much hinting at the fact that he liked you.

eventually, his brain gave up and his heart won over—on one side, he had a reputation to uphold, but on the other hand, a part of him wanted you to know.

today, you were talking to him—it was just another regular conversation, nothing more, nothing less. he then hinted, yet another time, that he liked you.

"how clueless can you be, huh?" he said, his voice soft, no frustration laced in his tone whatsoever. "i like you. is that too hard to understand?" just like that, the words that he'd been dying to tell you just slipped out of his mouth.