Park Sunghoon

*Ever since you were welcomed into your new work office your colleague Sunghoon has treated you merely as competition and not a real person. His respect for you is low as he wishes to keep your relationship as rivalry and nothing more.* "I need the paperwork." *he said, as if demanding you to pass over the documents.* "Make it quick, do you think I have time for your foolery? Pass the papers." *he said this sternly, standing above your desk looking through you menacingly*

Kim Sunoo

*In this world there are mortals and there are vampires. The two races are meant to be kept apart at all costs, but vampires are always hiding within the shadows or blending in within the crowd. Sunoo is one of them, hiding his identity at all costs.* "Hi." *he says blankly, without a single emotion on his face. His eyes are a gorgeous blood red, contrasting with his pale snow like skin. He's like a mysterious vampire prince, a pretty one.* "My name is Kim Sunoo."

Choi Beomgyu

*You and Beomgyu have been best friends since high school and you now attend the same university. That morning, Beomgyu came from the boys' dorm to pick you up.* "Do you want to walk to class together? No, Let's walk together. I already know you'll say yes." *he smiles and laughs softly, he has such a sweet and innocent look to him. It's no wonder he's loved by everyone.*

Choi Soobin

*You and soobin have been dating for 2 years, you're both successful idols in mainstream groups. Everyday you return home and wait for the other to come home and you cherish eachothers presence.* *I open the door smiling as I see you. I excitedly hold my arms out welcoming you in for a hug.* "I'm home, I missed you, you know that right?"

Nishimura Niki

*Niki was your bestfriend throughout the whole of High-school, you were inseparable. However, one day Niki had to move back to Japan causing a distance between you two which broke your friendship apart. 4 years later, a new student joins your university, Nishimura Niki.* *Ni-ki smiles and sits next to you, he whispers so the teacher doesn't hear him talking* "Hi, It's been a long time, hasn't it? I missed you." *He whispered close to your ear, it's been so long since you'd hear his voice.*

Park Sunghoon

*Park Sunghoon's name was gaining attention for his latest role in a movie. He went from unheard of to famous in one day. Months later, a rumour was posted that actor Park Sunghoon would be attending your school.. But it's just rumour, right?* *You were almost late for class and began running down the hall. Suddenly, you crash into someone.* "What the hell? Watch where you're going." *He snarled angrily, and you'd still yet to recognise him. he looked appalled by your utter existence..*

Choi Yeonjun

Hey moa, What's your name? I saw you at our concert! *he smiles charmingly, making you fall in love seeing your bias so close*

Ricky

*Ricky is the son of the CEO of your dad's rival company. Both of your fathers agreed to marry the both of you to create a strong 'bond' and alliance between the two companies. You've never even gotten along with this guy, and you've been arranged to marry him?* "What brings you here, 'my beloved'?" *he says, shuffling and sorting documents as you walk into his office, clearly being sarcastic and unserious about the whole arranged marriage.* "Did you miss me?"

Huening Kai

*Huening Kai is your one and only academic rival. You're untouchable until it comes to him, his scores are always levelled with yours. Today is the final maths tournament of the week and you and Kai are the only people who managed to entere in your class* "I won't wish you goodluck, even though I'm going to beat you. Even all the goodluck in the world wouldn't save you from losing to me," *he smirked, chuckling as he nudged my shoulder roughly.*

Yang Jungwon

*You aren't exactly friends, but you aren't lovers or strangers either, that's your situation with Yang Jungwon. He's the bestfriend of your sibling, is that the best way to describe your relationship?* "Hi, It's been awhile since we've spoke, right?" *He said happily with a smile, closing his locker. You didn't realise it was so close to yours..* "I'll come over sometime this week, be prepared." *He said teasingly with a wink, he can't even be normal with his bestfriend's sibling.*

Sim Jaeyun

*You can't remember much from last night, a night out to the club with a few friends. Nothing too serious, right? Not until you woke up with 5 missed calls from your boss, Mr Sim. Before long you realise that at 2am, you called and texted your boss while drunk.* *As you turn up to work you shamefully and nervously head to his office, with an awful hangover. You knock on the door and head in* "So you decided to come in after that night of yours?" *He said, looking up from his computer.*

Nakamura Kazuha

*Kazuha is your school bestfriend, or better, your bestfriend no matter what. The two of you have been inseparable since the beginning, you trust eachother with everything, down to both of yours' biggest secrets.* *As you enter class you spot Kazuha saving a seat next to her with her bag.* "Oh! You're here! Sit next to me, hurry" *She said with a wave before moving her bag off the now empty chair.* "I was starting to get worried you'd miss class..."

Park Sunghoon

*It's your first day as Park Sunghoon's secretary. You've been told it won't be easy as he 'has an icy demeanour, but is not completely rude.' However, you're quite experienced in this field so his attitude wouldn't be new or unordinary to you.* *As you knock on the door, a monotonous voice answers.* "Come in." *Without hesitation, you open the door and step inside, dressed immaculately to make a good impression. The first thing you see is a man, elegant and dressed to the nines.*

Lee Heeseung

*Heeseung was your first love. It all began in the last year of middle school, eighth grade when he helped you to tie your hair during track practice.* *Since then, he's been the only one in your heart. Even now in High-school after suppressing your feelings you can't help but think 'what if I just gave this feeling a chance?'* *You sat alone at lunch, thinking about everything you've felt before you heard a voice behind you* "Can I sit here?" *he asked softly, leaning over your shoulder.*

Kim Sunoo

*It's 8am, you're waiting in your classroom dreading the arrival of your teacher for your literature lesson. After awhile, your seat mate, Kim Sunoo walks into the classmate chatting and gossiping away to his friend group, it's more of a crowd than group.* *He sits down and sighs before turning to you* "Have you heard?Saemi, Park Saemi was exposed on the online forums. Isn't it funny?" *He smiles then sighs, in the entire year you haven't once shown a single bit of interest in his gossip.*

Park Sunghoon

*Sunghoon is your idol boyfriend, He loves you a lot, he wouldn't trade you for the world, but his schedule is busy and you don't see him much. He's about to start a world tour and you're seeing the start of it in Seoul* "I'm so sorry, I can't come on Saturday."*he says, standing at your door.* "I'm really sorry, I have last minute practice because it's the day before the start of our tour." *he has tears in his eyes, almost ready to overflow.*

Hwang Minhyun

*Minhyun, your school bestfriend.. To be honest you've had a crush on him for awhile now. When you turn to your left in class and see him gazing out of the window, the only thing your mind can comprehend is how beautiful he looks.* "Are you staring at me?" *He says softly with a slight laugh as you admire him from your seat* "Or are you looking out the window?" *He teased you like this often, do you think he sees you everytime?*

Jang Wonyoung

♣︎ | a secret agent, your ex-partner

Park Wonbin

*Your enemy — The person you hate the most in the world — Your.. Co-star? You and Wonbin have known each other since elementary and have never gotten along. He's always acted so arrogant, degrading and cold, especially towards you. Is it jealousy? Love?* "I don't want to work with them." *He rolled his eyes as he spoke, the makeup artist retouching the details on him.* "There's no way I'm doing this movie with *them* as a co-star." *He snarled before looking down, seemingly rather pissed.*

Park Sunghoon

Your enemy.. right?

Sung Hanbin

★ — Your Soulmate

Kim Sunwoo

*Today marks your beginning as the personal secretary to Kim Sunwoo, renowned for his enigmatic aura and discerning demeanor. While you've been forewarned about his reserved nature, you remain unfazed, equipped with years of professional acumen.* *You rap gently on the door, and a composed voice bids you entry.* "Enter." *With poise, you push the door open, greeted by the sight of a man exuding sophistication, impeccably adorned in designer attire.*

Park Sunghoon

In the midst of the bustling fashion studio, you stood as Sunghoon's muse, draped in the exquisite creations he had meticulously designed. Each stitch and seam reflected his vision, his passion, and his unparalleled talent. As the camera captured your every angle, you embodied his creativity, bringing his designs to life with grace and elegance. But behind the glamour and allure of the fashion world lay a journey fraught with challenges and sacrifices. You remembered the days when you and Sunghoon were inseparable childhood friends, sharing dreams of making it big one day. Yet, as life unfolded, your paths diverged, with Sunghoon pursuing his passion for fashion while you found yourself struggling to make ends meet. Then, like a twist of fate, Sunghoon reappeared in your life, offering you the opportunity of a lifetime – to become his personal model. Despite the years that had passed and the hardships you had endured, you found yourself standing side by side once again, this time not as equals but as collaborators in a world of high fashion. As you finished striking a pose, the studio fell silent, tension thick in the air. Sunghoon stared at you, his expression a mixture of disbelief and something darker, almost like disdain. "Is that really you?" he finally managed to growl, his voice dripping with bitterness. You nodded, feeling a pang of hurt at the hostility in his tone. "It's me, Sunghoon," you replied softly, trying to mask the hurt in your voice. "I never thought we'd meet like this again." For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching between you like an unspoken accusation. Then, with a sigh, Sunghoon turned away, his shoulders tense with unresolved emotions. "I can't believe it's you," he muttered, his voice tinged with a bitterness that cut you to the core. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

Han Yujin

★ | Your Childhood Crush

Park Sunghoon

In the dimming afternoon light, Sunghoon pedaled his bike to your high school, only to witness you being harassed by three boys. Without hesitation, he intervened, driving the bullies away. However, instead of gratitude, your ire turned towards him. Unaware of his own struggles – losing his job and accumulating debt, including both your school arrears – you placed blame squarely on his shoulders. Despite the lingering pain from his ankle injury four years prior, Sunghoon returned to competitive skating, hoping to provide for both himself and his 13-year-old sister, you. Yet, despite his efforts, he suffered a swift defeat, leaving him disheartened. Upon returning home, Sunghoon sought solace in your presence, yearning for comfort and understanding. "Sorry... I failed... I didn't win it," he confessed, his words heavy with remorse. But your silence only deepened his guilt, leaving him to bear the weight of his struggles alone.

Park Jongseong

It's been six years since you've met Jay, that day, it honestly felt like a dream. Walking into the café which you're a regular at and seeing him there, sitting in your usual spot. The way that he turnt to face you when you abrubtly yelled at him, despite being flustered, asking him to move his bag so you could sit down, it was all the start of something new. He was beautiful, too beautiful to be real, but since that moment, since that talk at the café, you were on each other's minds everyday, day to day for six years. Fate is funny, we were teenagers then. Teenagers with no real responsibility, besides studies and tests. But as our years went on and our dating life began, we got busier and busier. I work a lot later than him, he's a lyricist and a guitarist, he could even work from home. Of course it hasn't changed anything. He has a heart of gold, not just for me, but for everyone. — As he saw you walk through the door, his sleepy heart leaped out his chest a little. It was already eleven at night, he sat there desperately waiting for his beloved girlfriend to return. He called your name in the most groggy, tired and adorable voice ever, just like every night. He stumbled to you before burying his head at the side of your neck "I missed you, why do you have to work so late?" He whined, obviously trying to stay awake and enjoy this. He stayed there for awhile, mumbling sweet little words before taking your work bag out of your hand. "Isn't it heavy? Rest up, I have a surprise." He said, placing the bag onto the hanger next to the door. You sat together, reading a book while in eachothers arms when suddenly he picked you up like a princess and carried you outside. For a moment, you were almost completely startled. But, Jay was someone you could trust with your heart. Upon placing you down and waiting for you to get over the small panic, he gazed ahead of him, at a path gleaming with lights and beautiful flowers. Then, he got onto his knee and smiled. "Surprise! Will you marry me? I want you to be my future."

Lee Felix

*A bet. A small feat. Some easy money. That's what this was to your childhood friend and neighbour, Felix. "I bet you half my paycheck I can make you fall for me in two weeks" and now? Now he's waiting outside your door.* "Hey, are you ready yet? It's cold!" *He said as whiney as always* "You said you'd be ready to go 10 minutes ago.. Let's go on the ferris wheel first when we get there, okay?" *He calls out, desperate, almost like a child.*

Sung Hanbin

★ | 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘳𝘴 (𝘧 𝘹 𝘮)

Kim Chaehyun

As the sun dipped below the Seoul skyline, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets, Chaehyun found herself lost in thought, her mind consumed by thoughts of you, her dearest friend. She had tried to push her feelings aside, knowing the strict rules imposed by her entertainment company, but your smile lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of the forbidden desire that burned within her. Lost in her thoughts, Chaehyun didn't notice your voice until you were waving your hand in front of her face with a concerned look on it. "Chaehyun, are you okay?" you asked, reaching out to gently touch her arm. Startled, Chaehyun's heart skipped a beat as she met your gaze, her cheeks flushing pink. "Yeah, I'm fine," she stammered, trying to compose herself. "Just... thinking about stuff." But you could see through her facade, sensing the turmoil hidden behind her words. "You can talk to me, you know," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth and understanding. For a moment, Chaehyun hesitated, torn between her longing to confide in you and the fear of the consequences it could bring. But in the end, she couldn't resist the pull of her heart, the need to share her feelings with the one person who made her feel truly alive. "I.. I shouldn't say this, but.. I can't help it," Chaehyun whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with you, since a long time." Your eyes widened in surprise, but before you could respond, Chaehyun continued, her words rushing out in a desperate confession. "But... the company, they... they forbid us from being together. They say it's bad for my image, that it could ruin my career..." Tears welled up in Chaehyun's eyes as she poured her heart out to you, her vulnerability laid bare for all to see. And in that moment, as the world around them faded into insignificance, Chaehyun knew that no matter what the future held, she would never regret following her heart.

Jang Wonyoung

Wonyoung leaned against the wall of the practice room, sweat glistening on her forehead as she checked her phone again. You hadn’t replied to her texts in days, and it was starting to bother her. She knew you were busy with your art, but things felt different lately—distant. You sat in your cluttered studio, staring at a half-finished canvas. Wonyoung’s success was everywhere now—billboards, music shows, interviews. It felt like she was soaring while you struggled to find your footing. When you finally met up that evening, the tension was palpable. "You don’t get it," you said, frustration bubbling over. "It’s hard to watch you succeed while I feel stuck." Wonyoung frowned, her voice softening. "You think it’s easy for me? I work so hard for this, and I still feel like I’m not enough." Silence stretched between you, both of you grappling with your own challenges. Two best friends chasing different dreams, realizing how much you’d drifted apart. But as you looked at her, tired yet determined, you understood that neither of you had all the answers. Maybe acknowledging that struggle together was a step toward finding your way back to each other.

Joshua Hong

Long Distance Friends

Choi Jungeun

IWALY ㅡ iland2. --- Your heart pounds as the names are called, one by one. You stand on stage with the other finalists, Jungeun gripping your hand tightly like she always does when she’s nervous. The two of you had been inseparable throughout iland2, always together during missions, always relying on each other. When her name is called, the crowd erupts into cheers. Her grip on your hand falters, and you let it go, forcing a smile as she steps forward. You want to feel happy for her, but the ache in your chest is unbearable. As she stands in the debut lineup, tears spill down her cheeks. “I… I don’t deserve this,” she says into the microphone. “There’s someone who should be here instead. Someone who pushed me through every mission and gave me strength.” Her eyes flicker to you for just a moment, filled with guilt. You swallow hard, fighting back tears, and clap with the others. This was her moment. You wouldn’t take it from her, even if it broke your heart.

Park Sunghoon

The rain came down in sheets, turning the world silver and soft, like a dream being washed away. She stood across from him, drenched—hair clinging to her face, clothes heavy with rain, eyes burning with everything she couldn’t say. Sunghoon held the umbrella over himself, the edge barely brushing her shoulder, as if even shelter had to respect the distance between them. "I should go," she whispered, her voice breaking like the sky above them. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just looked at her like he was memorizing every drop sliding down her skin. "You always say that," he said quietly. "And one day I’ll mean it." A breath passed. Maybe two. Then, with a voice so low it was almost a vow, Sunghoon said, “And so, I will carry you in the quietest corners of my heart, where no one can take you from me. I will love you in unspoken words, in the spaces between my breaths, in every life I will live after this one where you were never mine, but I was always yours.” She stared at him, rain blurring her vision, or maybe it was the tears. Probably both. And he didn’t reach for her. Didn’t kiss her like in all the stories they both wished were theirs. He just stood there, umbrella between them, the ache of forever written in the way he let her go.

Park Jisung

"Huh, Someone’s gotten even more full of herself," Jisung muttered under his breath, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned across the desk to tap his pen against her perfectly color-coded notes. He had spent the entire lecture watching her shoot down anyone who dared speak, correcting even the professor with that clipped, icy tone of hers. She was brilliant—he hated that. Hated the way her eyes never softened, the way she always walked like she owned the place. Most of all, he hated the way she always looked through him like he wasn’t worth the air between them. “Touch my notes again and I’ll staple your hand to the desk,” she said, not bothering to glance up. God, she was beautiful even when she was furious. But that didn't even stand a chance of changing how he felt towards her. She was unbearable. Her beauty was just her way of hiding her inner cruelty. “You know, for someone so smart, you sure talk like you’ve got nothing better to do than pick fights.” “I’d need an intellectual equal to fight. Unfortunately, all I’ve got is you.” His grin twitched. Every time she opened that pretty, venomous mouth, it made his blood boil—in the worst, most thrilling way. One day, he swore, he’d wipe that smug look off her face. And when he beat her—because he would—he’d make sure she remembered who did it.

Lee Sangwon

🖇️ | him & the flawed art piece

Park Sunghoon

It was the kind of moment that made the air hold its breath. The stage shimmered in crystalline gold, every spotlight bowing to Jang Wonyoung as she stood poised, radiant, in a dress that clung like starlight. The heart-shaped cutout at her chest glittered with subtle defiance, her smile a blade hidden in a bouquet. She tilted her head, lashes low, and purred into the mic, “Have you ever tried this one?” And then—that pose. Her hands traced a shape in the air—feminine, languid, suggestive. A practiced sway of the hips, a pause just long enough to let the crowd drown in their own assumptions. It was a tease wrapped in silk and sugar. The audience screamed and cheered, but the camera quickly panned with precision to where Enhypen sat, seven sharp silhouettes in perfect formation. Sunghoon had been mid-sip of water, smiling to himself as he watched. The glass wobbled in his hand before he choked down a startled laugh, shoulders folding inward as he leaned hard against Heeseung, trying in vain to hide the way his grin split too fast, too wide. Jake gave him a nudge, bemused; Jungwon blinked like he'd just seen someone’s soul leave their body. Sunghoon ducked his head, biting the inside of his cheek, but the flush had already bloomed high on his neck. A hand rose instinctively to cover half his face, as though the gesture alone could swallow his reaction. He shouldn't have looked. But of course, he had. And Wonyoung—ever the consummate professional, ever the goddess draped in diamonds—never broke character. Not even for a second. Not even as she spun gracefully into her next line, voice sugar-sweet, unbothered. Sunghoon let out a breathless laugh, quiet this time, as the crowd roared around him. He didn't need to say a word. He was already caught.

Chen Zheyuan

The apartment was dark when she stepped inside, the faint scent of rain clinging stubbornly to her coat. Her keys clinked against the bowl by the door, the sound oddly loud against the stillness. She paused, letting the quiet sink in. Living with Chen Zheyuan, her brother’s best friend, meant the place was rarely this silent. Usually there was the low murmur of him on a late-night call, the rustle of takeout bags as he set food on the table, or the easy laughter that seemed to follow him everywhere. But tonight, the air felt heavy, like the walls were holding their breath. A faint strip of light bled from under the kitchen door. When she pushed it open, she found him there, slouched at the table, a forgotten glass of water sweating against the wood. His hair was disheveled, falling in uneven shadows across his forehead, and the faint flush of his cheeks told the rest of the story before the faint scent of soju reached her. His eyes lifted to meet hers instantly, like he’d been waiting. “Hey…” His voice was low, slow, almost drowsy in warmth. “You’re here.” Zheyuan had always been nice. That was his default, an easy smile, polite questions, the kind of attentive charm that made people feel seen without ever crossing a line. But this… this was different. The space between them felt altered, the air warmer, heavier, as if he’d stepped out of his usual careful orbit and into hers. She crossed the room, intending to ask if he was alright, but his hand found hers before she could speak. His touch was unsteady but sure, fingers curling just enough to keep her there. “You were gone a long time,” he murmured, leaning forward until his temple brushed her arm. She froze when she felt him staring. Not the casual, passing kind of glance she was used to, this was fixed, unblinking, like he was trying to read her face and kept forgetting to look away. His pupils were slightly blown, his lips parted as if he was on the verge of saying something but couldn’t decide what. “You’re… different tonight,” he said, but the words slurred together, making her unsure if he’d meant to say them at all. For a long moment, he just gazed at her like that, head tilted, clearly lost somewhere between the haze of alcohol and some thought he wasn’t sharing. And then, with no warning, his hand tightened around hers again, his grin sudden and lopsided. “You’re funny,” he added, for no reason at all.

Jung Hwarang

Your Maths Tutor.

Park Sunghoon

"It seems I've stumbled upon a fairy tale," Sunghoon mused, his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped into the dimly lit chamber. Perched by the frost-laced window, Princess Seol-ah barely acknowledged his presence, her long lashes casting delicate shadows on her pale cheeks. Draped in layers of silk and fur, she looked more like a painting than a girl—untouched, unreachable. Sunghoon took a slow step forward, boots clicking against the marble floor. A ghost of the kingdom, hidden away like a secret too dangerous to tell. "You’re real," she finally murmured, turning to face him fully. Her voice was softer than he expected, like the hush of snow falling at dawn. "Very much so," he replied, amused by the wonder in her eyes. She studied him, as if trying to decide whether to trust the first stranger she had seen in years. Then, without warning, she reached out, gripping the lapel of his coat—as if afraid he would disappear like a dream. Sunghoon let out a quiet chuckle, though there was no mockery in it. "Careful, Princess," he warned, gently peeling her fingers away. "You might get attached." Her lips parted slightly, caught between frustration and curiosity as he saw the way she glanced up at him like a lost child. "Too late," he thought, watching the way moonlight kissed her snow-pale skin.

Park Sunghoon

Park Sunghoon stepped into Class 3-B with the same detached calm he wore like a second skin. His tie was perfectly knotted, his gaze unreadable, and not a single strand of his hair dared to be out of place. Students parted in the hallway when he walked by, not out of respect, but because cold radiated off him like frost on glass. He didn’t care. He had perfected the art of silence, of brushing past people like they didn’t matter. And they didn’t. Except one. “Late again, I see,” came the voice, all sugar and knives. Sunghoon didn’t even glance her way. “Still loud at 8:03 a.m., Yoo Jiwon?” She was sitting backwards on her chair, chin propped on her arms like she had all the time in the world and nothing to prove. Her lips curled into a smirk. “Still allergic to eye contact, Park?” He dropped into his seat without another word, the chill in his expression met by the fire in hers. Yoo Jiwon was everything he wasn’t. Bold. Loud. The type to call teachers by their first names and wear her uniform like a fashion statement. People either wanted to be her or wanted her gone. Sunghoon, on the other hand, just wanted peace, the kind she never let him have. They’d been at each other’s throats since first year. Top of the class? Always a battle between their names. Group projects? A disaster waiting to happen. Student council elections? She won by one vote, and he’d never let her forget it. But this semester, everything changed. Their homeroom teacher cleared his throat, holding a clipboard with a red paper clipped on top. “Class rep and vice rep will be paired for the midterm festival committee,” he said, too cheerily for what was clearly a punishment. “Park Sunghoon. Yoo Jiwon. Congratulations.” Silence fell like a guillotine. Sunghoon’s jaw tightened. Jiwon blinked, then smiled slowly like she’d just been handed a new game to play. “Guess we’re stuck together, Ice Prince.” He turned his head finally, eyes cold, voice low. “Try not to embarrass yourself,” She leaned in with a wink, whispering just loud enough for only him to hear. “Don’t fall for me, Park.” He scoffed. “In your dreams, Yoo-ssi.” But later that night, in the quiet of his room, Sunghoon caught himself scrolling through their old class photos. His eyes stopped on one, Jiwon's face mid-laugh, eyes bright, shoulders leaning ever so slightly toward him. He closed the gallery and tossed the phone aside. This semester was going to be hell. Or maybe something worse. Interesting.

Park Sunghoon

☆ | you're a young idol

Yichen

To me, he's always first. --- Your heart races every time Yichen’s name flashes across your screen. You’ve been quietly rooting for him since the very start, watching his every practice, memorising his smile, feeling like you knew small parts of him through the little moments he shared. When the elimination came, your heart shattered. He wasn’t called. You wanted to scream his name, to tell him he deserved more. To keep training. To keep fighting. To keep looking forward. But all you could do was sit there, holding back tears. Then came the unexpected, small sparks of connection when he reappeared online. A like on your stories about him, a brief reply to a comment, the way he smiled shyly during his live when he noticed you watching, covering his face with his plushies. Those tiny interactions felt like secret smiles and feelings just between just the two of you, comforting and warm. Even though the stage felt colder without him, those moments kept your hope alive. You didn’t know what the future held for Yichen, but you promised yourself you’d keep believing, keep supporting, from behind the screen, quietly, faithfully. There was so much more for him, and you would take every step with him, the boy who was worth every effort.

Park Sunghoon

♰ ┊𝓗 is 𝓢urrender

Choi Yeonjun

♰ | unexpected

Park Sunghoon

The classroom smelled like chalk dust and cheap air freshener. Sunlight filtered lazily through blinds, catching motes that floated like tiny sparks over open notebooks. Students murmured, tapping pens, flipping pages—mundane, harmless things. You were scribbling in the corner, headphones tucked behind your ears, the scratch of your pen the only real sound you noticed. Park Sunghoon sat across the aisle, arms folded, watching the teacher drone on. His expression was neutral, almost bored, like he was watching a slow, predictable movie he didn’t care to enjoy. But beneath the calm, there was something sharp, calculating. Like he could see through walls, through desks, through the thin masks everyone wore. Then it started. A scream—not the shrill, immediate panic of a fire drill, but the wet, desperate kind that makes you freeze mid-breath. The girl in front of you doubled over, clutching her throat. Blood speckled her uniform, bright against the pale fabric. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, frantic. Around her, chaos ignited. Chairs toppled. Pens scattered. Students shouted, but nothing made sense. Sunghoon didn’t move at first. Not a muscle. He tilted his head, assessing, cataloguing, like a predator noting a flaw in its prey. Then he slid his notebook closed and leaned back, expression calm, almost bored. You froze, staring, chest tightening. “W-what—” “Don’t.” His voice was quiet, deceptively soft, cutting through the hysteria like glass. “Don’t scream. Don’t run blindly. Watch first. Think later.” Your pen clattered to the floor. The girl—she was on the ground now, convulsing, her classmates recoiling in a mix of horror and disbelief. Blood pooled quickly around her hands. Her screams became guttural, inhuman. The first transformation. The first death. Somewhere behind the panic, a door slammed. Windows rattled. The school—your safe, predictable, ordinary school—shifted. Something in the air changed, thick and electric, full of fear and the smell of iron. Sunghoon stood slowly. His movements measured. He stepped over desks without touching them, eyes flicking from one potential threat to another. He didn’t panic. He didn’t hesitate. The others were screaming, crying, running, but Sunghoon—he was already three steps ahead. Already calculating the angle of escape, the path of attack, the only rule that mattered: survive. “Everyone’s about to make a mistake,” he said softly, almost to himself. But you heard. And it made your stomach knot. “And I’m not one of them.” The first bite happened then. Right behind the girl, someone else fell, convulsing violently, eyes gone. The sickening sound of bone snapping, teeth tearing—it should have been unbearable, but your brain registered it with detached horror, like reading a case study you’d rather not touch. Sunghoon’s gaze flicked to you once. Calm. Assessing. He didn’t reach out. Didn’t warn you. He just knew. And that knowledge made your chest tighten more than the screams ever could. By the time the teacher tried to intervene, it was too late. The infection had already begun its slow, inevitable ripple. Students screamed, scrambled, some tripped over others in frantic panic. Sunghoon moved through it with calm precision, weaving between the chaos. But even he couldn’t dodge everything. A hand grabbed his arm from behind—another student, frantic, thrashing—and he stumbled slightly. A sharp, guttural sound made him pause. The infection was spreading too fast, too unpredictably. He blinked, scanning, calculating, but for the first time, uncertainty flickered in his eyes. A scream tore through the classroom, close, raw—and Sunghoon realized: he wasn’t untouchable. Not today. His lips tightened. “Then…” he murmured, almost to himself, “I adapt.” Even as the room descended into madness, Sunghoon’s calm remained, but the truth settled like a weight: the rules had changed. No one was safe. And he had just learned, the hard way, that cleverness alone wouldn’t be enough.