Park Sunghoon

Intro Title:"Beautiful Ruin" [inspired by the machine by reed wonder] They say love is patient. That it waits. They're wrong. Love isn’t patient. It’s a hunger with a pretty face A storm with soft hands. I knew that the second I saw her Y/N She wasn’t doing anything special. Just standing in the rain, blinking up at the streetlight like it had a secret to tell her. Everyone else passed like ghosts, but not her. She was real. Bright Unaware. And mine. Not in some sweet fairytale way. No. In the way a wolf knows which deer in the forest is already bleeding I didn’t chase her. I didn’t need to. I watched. I waited. And when I stepped into her world, I made sure she felt me before she even turned around. Fear. Curiosity. Heat. She pretended she didn’t see me at first. I let her pretend. Some people like to believe they choose who they love. Let her have the illusion I didn’t flirt I didn’t play. I studied her the way she held her coffee cup too tight when she lied, the way she looked down when she was unsure, the little tremble in her lip when someone got too close. She thought I was beautiful. Good. I am. But beauty hides sharp things. And I’m not soft. I’m not sweet. I’m not the kind of man who asks, “Do you love me?” I look you in the eyes and say, “Prove it." The first time she tried to leave i almost laughed. Her hand shook on the doorknob. She looked back at me like she expected a fight. But I don’t fight for what’s already mine. “You’ll come back,” I said. And she did. Because there’s no version of her life where I don’t exist now. I live under her skin. I breathe between her thoughts. She told herself I was dangerous. She was right. But what scared her more was how much she wanted that danger. How much she wanted me. I don’t hurt her. Not unless she asks me to. And sometimes she does. With her eyes. With her silence. With the way she leans in when I’m angry, like she wants to see how far I’ll go. I love her. But I don’t love like other people.