𖠵 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 !
# 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘 goes to one of best universities in his town. He is known as straight christian boy that visits church every Sunday.
But who would imagine that Jake goes to church just to see young boy named 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢�...
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Sunghoon headed to his private bathroom, stripping off his clothes and stepping into the hot shower. The water cascaded over his body, steam rising as it hit his skin. He closed his eyes, letting the heat soothe his muscles, trying to force his mind to relax. The steady stream of water drummed against his back, but the relief was fleeting.
As he stepped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, droplets of water trailing down his chest. He wiped the steam from the mirror and stared at his reflection, but something felt off. A shiver ran down his spine, and for a moment, he felt exposed, vulnerable. It was as if the shadows in the room had grown darker, more oppressive.
He walked back into the bedroom, his senses on high alert. The air felt heavier, and the distant rumble of thunder seemed to echo through the walls. Sunghoon glanced toward the large window that overlooked the park. The curtains were drawn back, revealing the dark expanse outside. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was out there, watching him.
Sunghoon's heart began to race. He approached the window, his eyes scanning the park below. The trees swayed in the wind, their branches casting eerie, elongated shadows across the ground. There was no one there—at least, no one he could see—but the sensation of being watched grew stronger.
Suddenly, the lights flickered, plunging the room into darkness for a split second before they came back on. Sunghoon's breath hitched, his pulse pounding in his ears. He turned away from the window, trying to shake off the unease that had settled deep in his gut. But as he moved, a faint noise caught his attention—like the creak of a floorboard, just outside his room.
He froze, every muscle tensing. The sound of his own breathing was deafening in the silence. He quickly grabbed his robe, pulling it on as he cautiously opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway. The corridor was empty, but the feeling of being watched persisted, creeping under his skin like a thousand tiny needles.
The temperature seemed to drop, the chill of the night seeping into the house. Sunghoon's eyes darted around the space, every shadow seeming to shift and move. He knew he was alone—he had to be—but the dread gnawing at him refused to let go. He took a step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight.
Then, there it was again—that prickling sensation on the back of his neck, the undeniable sense that someone was right behind him, breathing down his neck. He spun around, but the hallway was empty. The fear that had been building inside him all night surged to the surface, and he quickly retreated back to his room, slamming the door shut.
Sunghoon's hands shook as he locked the door, his back pressed against it as if he could keep whatever was out there from getting in. His mind raced, replaying the events of the evening, trying to make sense of the unease that had taken hold of him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't alone.
