Found You ~ SunSun

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The screen flickered to life, bathing Sunoo's dimly lit room in a soft, ethereal glow. The delicate interplay of light and shadow danced upon the walls, creating an ambiance that was at once cozy and clandestine. The room was a sanctum for Sunoo, a haven where he could shed the world's burdens and immerse himself in the realms of virtual adventure.

With a surreptitious glance over his shoulder to ensure his slumbering parents remained undisturbed, Sunoo settled into his swivel chair, adjusting his headset with the ease of a seasoned gamer. His eyes shimmered with excitement, ready for the night's escapades.

"Time for some Minecraft," Sunoo whispered to himself, his lips curling into a sly grin. His nimble fingers danced across the keyboard and mouse, guiding him into the familiar embrace of his cherished virtual domain. Each keystroke was a journey to a beloved destination, where blocks and adventures awaited his command.

In this pixelated wonderland, Sunoo assumed the digital persona "Sunlvrss," a moniker lovingly bestowed upon him by his gaming comrades. Amid those comrades, one held a special place in his heart—Hoon. In the virtual realm, Hoon was known as "Lovrhooon," a name that resonated like a battle cry through their Minecraft quests. Their friendship transcended the confines of the game; it was a bond forged in trust, shared laughter, and countless hours exploring together.

This night was no exception. Fingers tapped out a quick message to Hoon: "Hey, Hoon! Ready for some virtual adventures?"

A swift reply materialized on the screen: "Hey, Will! Always up for an adventure! Let's do this!"

Sunoo couldn't help but chuckle at the use of "Will," his real name. In this digital realm of hidden identities, he had become Sunlvrss, and Hoon was Lovrhooon. They knew each other's virtual personas better than their own faces.

As the two friends embarked on their virtual journey, their voices filled the digital landscape. Strategies were shared, jokes exchanged, and good-natured ribbing about in-game skills was par for the course. The cares of the day dissolved into the ether as they reveled in their adventures together.

"Will, creeper incoming!" Hoon's voice crackled with urgency through the headset, a tense moment as an explosive hiss reverberated within the game.

Sunoo's frantic attempts at defense proved futile, and his character was reduced to a shower of virtual blocks. "Aw, man! I can't believe I fell for that."

Hoon's laughter resounded in the virtual space. "No worries, Will. I've got your back next time."

Time flew, unnoticed and unbidden, as they continued their escapades. It was the camaraderie—the bond with Hoon—that made these late-night sessions precious. Their secret world offered sanctuary, where they could be themselves without pretense or judgment.

As midnight approached, Sunoo's energy dwindled. He yawned and rubbed his tired eyes, realizing it was time to call it a night. "Hoon, I need some sleep," he sighed, reluctant but weary.

Hoon's voice was understanding and warm. "No problem, Will. We've had a blast tonight. Get some rest, buddy."

With a heartfelt farewell, Sunoo logged out and powered down his computer. He settled into his bed, grateful for the friendship he'd discovered in the virtual realm.

But the following morning brought earth-shattering news. Sunoo's father dropped a bombshell during breakfast: "Sunoo, we need to talk. I've been promoted, and we're moving to Seoul."

Sunoo's eyes widened in shock. Seoul? A different country, an entirely new world—it was an unexpected twist. Panic and uncertainty swirled within him.

"What about my friends, my school?" Sunoo's anxiety spilled out.

His parents exchanged concerned glances. "We know it's a big change," his mother said gently, "but it's a great opportunity for the family. We'll make new friends, and you'll adjust, I promise."