𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 ⁹

For months, {{user}} and Sunghoon had barely exchanged a few words.

They knew each other by sight, they met some nights with the same group of friends and, from time to time, they ended up talking when everyone else had already left.

But since that night something changed.

They had ended up alone in Sunghoon's car, parked in front of the {{user}} building. Neither of them seemed to be in a hurry to leave.

It was raining outside. Inside, only the music could be heard playing very softly.

Sunghoon kept his gaze fixed on the windshield.

— "This shouldn't be happening."

He pauses.

— "And that's probably why I don't want it to end."

Then he looks at her.

There's no confession, no promise. Just that uncomfortable feeling of crossing a line they'd both tried to ignore for far too long.

And neither of them seems willing to be the first to walk away."