Unspoken | park sunghoon ✓

𝟐𝟗. (the one with the other girl.)

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SUNGHOON sat on the edge of his bed, the dim glow of his desk lamp casting faint shadows across his room. The silence was heavy, pressing against his chest like a weight he couldn't shake. His phone sat in his hand, the blank screen a reflection of his empty thoughts.

He couldn't stop thinking about her.

Sarim. The way her soft voice lilted when she spoke, the quiet confidence she carried when she thought no one was watching, the shy glances she tried so hard to hide. Every memory of her consumed him, leaving him restless and aching in a way he didn't quite understand.

"Damn it," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

He hadn't seen her in days, not really. She was always just out of reach like a fleeting shadow he couldn't hold on to. And it wasn't like he could just talk to her. What would he even say? That he couldn't stop thinking about her? That he felt like an idoit for how he'd treated her before? That he-

His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at the screen. It was a message from Leehan, a popular boy.

Yo, party tonight at my place. You coming?

Sunghoon frowned. Parties weren't his thing. They never had been. The thought of loud music, drunk laughter, and a house full of people he barely knew made his stomach turn . But tonight... tonight, the silence felt unbearable.

Another buzz.

Don't tell me you're gonna skip again. Be fun for once bro!!

His thumb hovered over the keyboard. He wasn't in the mood for fun, but maybe Leehan was right. Maybe he needed to get out, distract himself from the storm brewing in his chest.

Sunghoon: What time?

Leehan: 8. Don't be late

Sunghoon tossed his phone onto the bed with a sigh. He stood, pulling open his closet and rifling through his clothes. His hand lingered on a black button-up before he grabbed it, pairing it with dark jeans. He caught his reflection in the mirror as he shrugged on his jacket.

He looked fine. Good, even. But it didn't matter. It wasn't like he was trying to impress someone.

Meanwhile, two hours ago, Sarim and Seokjin were getting ramyeon after Seokjin had invited her. It had been a sudden, casual offer, but Sarim found herself surprisingly excited at the thought.

as they sat across each other at a small table in a cozy noodle shop, the steam from their bowls swirling between them, Sarim realized how comfortable she felt. The soft clink of chopsticks against bowls and the low murmur of conversation around them created a peaceful atmosphere. It was nothing extravagant, but it was simple, and somehow that made it all the more special

By the time Sunghoon arrived at Leehan's house, the party was already in full swing. Music thumped through the walls, the bass reverberating in his chest as he stepped through the door. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, laughter and shouted conversations filling the space.

"Sunghoon!" Leehan's voice rang out from across the room. He appeared moments later, a wide grin plastered on his face. "I can't believe you actually came."

"Yeah, well..."Sunghoon shrugged, offering a faint smile.

"Drinks are in the kitchen," Leehan said, clapping him on the back. "Go have some fun."

Fun. Right.

Sunghoon made his way to the kitchen, his gaze drifting over the array of bottles and mixers scattered across the counter. He poured himself a drink, the sharp scent of alcohol stinging his nose. He wasn't much of a drinker, but tonight wasn't about restraint. He downed the glass in one go, wincing as the liquid burned its way down his throat.