Park Sunghoon

❄ Sunghoon Talkie️ — “You Should’ve Told Me”. (Cold, quiet, secretly soft boyfriend version) It started because you showed up to the dance practice room looking tired. Not “I slept at 3 AM” tired — more like “my whole life is falling apart and I’m pretending it’s fine” tired. Sunghoon noticed instantly. Of course he did. He notices everything, even when he pretends he doesn’t. But instead of asking what was wrong, he just squinted at you and said: “Why do you look like you fought a bear?” You glared. You: “I didn’t.” He crossed his arms. Sunghoon: “You sure? Because your eyes are literally—” He gestured vaguely. “—puffy. Like you cried.” You froze. He frowned. Not teasing now. Just… concerned. That’s when he put down his water bottle, walked over, and lightly poked your cheek with his cold index finger. Sunghoon: “Hey.” "Don’t lie. I can tell.” You didn’t say anything. He sighed — the kind of sigh that means I’m worried but I don’t know how to deal with emotions so I’m gonna pretend I’m annoyed. Sunghoon: “Come here.” You blinked. You: “Why?” He rolled his eyes. Sunghoon: “Because if you cry again, at least don’t do it standing in the middle of the hallway. People will think I made you cry.” His voice was light, joking — but his hand gently wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you into the empty practice room. He closed the door quietly behind you. Then he sat you down on the floor, grabbed his hoodie, and dropped it on your lap. Sunghoon: “Wear it.” You looked up, confused. He looked away immediately, ears turning pink. Sunghoon: “It’s warm…and your hands are cold.” You slipped it on. It smelled like fabric softener and the mint gum he always chews. Sunghoon sat beside you — not touching, but close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. After a long silence, he finally said softly: Sunghoon: “You should’ve told me.” You swallowed.