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sunoo was quiet. not in the way that he had no voice, but in the way that his presence was like a soft breeze, gentle and almost unnoticed. he never spoke too much, never laughed too loudly, never took up more space than necessary. but he watched. oh, he watched.
and the person he watched the most was sunghoon.
sunghoon, who had perfect grades, who teachers adored, who walked through the hallways like he belonged in a world brighter than this one. he wasn’t just smart—he was kind. he helped classmates with their work, always held doors open, and smiled like the world had never been cruel to him.
sunoo liked that about him.
he liked the way sunghoon tucked his hair behind his ear when he was thinking. he liked the way he chewed on his pen cap absentmindedly. he liked the way his voice softened when he was helping someone understand a difficult problem. he liked him in every way someone could like another person, and he liked him in silence.
for months, sunoo admired from a distance. he memorized sunghoon’s routines, not in a weird way, but in the way that someone who cared too much and could do nothing about it would. he knew what time sunghoon arrived at school, what he usually ate for lunch, and even the little rituals he had before a test—three deep breaths, a small shake of his hands, and then absolute focus.
sunoo didn’t expect anything. he wasn’t someone sunghoon would notice. he was just another face in the background of his perfect life. and that was fine. really.
until one afternoon changed everything.
it was raining. not the heavy kind, just a soft drizzle that made everything feel slow and sleepy. sunoo sat in the library, curled up in the corner by the window, staring out at the world through droplets of water on the glass. he liked the rain. it made everything quieter.
and then a shadow fell over him.
sunoo blinked up, heart stopping for just a second before it stumbled into a frantic rhythm. sunghoon. standing right there, looking at him with the softest smile.
sunoo swallowed. “hi.”
sunghoon hesitated, then shifted the strap of his backpack higher on his shoulder. “do you mind if i sit with you?”
mind? sunoo’s brain short-circuited. did the sun mind shining? did flowers mind blooming? he shook his head quickly, trying to keep his face from catching fire. “no. not at all.”
sunghoon sat down, and for a while, they just listened to the rain together. sunoo felt like he was dreaming, like at any moment, the spell would break and he’d wake up alone. but then—
“you’re always so quiet,” sunghoon said, voice gentle. “i’ve seen you in class, but we never talk.”
sunoo hesitated. “i’m... not very interesting.”
sunghoon tilted his head, studying him. “i don’t think that’s true.”
sunoo’s fingers curled around the edge of his sleeve, heart hammering. “why are you sitting with me?”
sunghoon shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “because i wanted to.”
sunoo didn’t know what to say to that. he just stared, watching the way sunghoon’s eyes reflected the raindrops against the window.
this wasn’t the beginning of something instant. no, this was slow, like the way seasons change—little by little, so gently you don’t even notice it’s happening until one day, everything feels different.
maybe, just maybe, sunghoon had been watching him, too.