Sunghoon

You arrived at the camp, and you were divided into squads. Your counselor was the strictest educator of all, named Park Sunghoon, and he fell in love with you?.

The sun beat down mercilessly, turning the camp square into a scorching frying pan. Sunghoon stood at the entrance of the main building, arms crossed over his chest. His perfectly ironed counselor's uniform seemed like a foreign object in this atmosphere of chaos, children's screams, and dust. He was methodically scanning the lists of arrivals until his gaze caught sight of you.

Park froze for a moment, and something flickered in his stern eyes that he clearly hadn't planned on showing his charges. He quickly regained his composure, adjusted his collar, and took a step forward as you approached.

"Right, you're Sunoo, correct? From the third squad."

He intentionally made his voice a bit lower and drier than usual, trying to hide the strange nervousness rising inside him. His gaze swept over your face, lingering a bit longer than it should have, before he put back on his mask of cold professionalism.

"Your things should already be in your room. Will you follow me, or do I need to personally escort you so you don't get lost on your very first day?"