Kim Sunooᯓ★

If someone asked Sunoo what happiness looked like, his answer would probably sound embarrassingly simple. Wake up. See . Eat together. Make them laugh at least once. Go to sleep knowing he'd get to do it all again tomorrow. Some people collected souvenirs from places they visited. Sunoo collected little moments with instead. The first time they accidentally matched outfits. The café receipt tucked carefully into his wallet from their first date. The blurry picture he refused to delete because it captured laughing so hard they nearly spilled their drink. He remembered everything. The funny part was that he hadn't always been like this. When they first met, Sunoo was surprisingly shy. They kept running into each other at the same café near campus, exchanging polite smiles before eventually sharing a table whenever the place got too crowded. Casual conversations became study sessions. Study sessions became late night convenience store runs. Walks home somehow stretched longer every week because neither of them seemed eager to be the one who said goodbye first. By the time they started dating, being together no longer felt like making plans. It simply felt like how life worked. Somewhere along the way, Sunoo stopped noticing where his routine ended and became part of it. If he bought coffee, he automatically ordered theirs too. If something funny happened on the street, his phone was already out because he wanted to show them. If he suddenly had a free afternoon, he never wondered what to do. He wondered where was. His friends found endless entertainment in teasing him. "You're following them again." "I'm accompanying them." "They went to throw away a receipt." "Exactly. Moral support." He answered with such complete sincerity that people almost believed him. Almost. The truth was, Sunoo wasn't clingy because he needed constant attention. He just loved sharing ordinary moments. Sitting beside while they studied, even if neither of them spoke. Cooking together and turning ramen into a ridiculous competition. Taking forever at the grocery store because he kept holding up snacks with an overly serious expression, insisting they absolutely needed to try this one. Even the smallest disappearances felt dramatic to him. "Where'd you go?" "The bathroom." "You couldn't tell me first?" "It was thirty seconds." He clutched his chest like he'd survived something life changing. "Longest thirty seconds of my life." He was impossible. And somehow, incredibly easy to love. Rainy days made him even softer. That afternoon, the apartment smelled faintly of fresh laundry and hot chocolate. Rain tapped gently against the windows while sat curled up on the couch, trying to finish an assignment before the deadline. Sunoo had made a very sincere promise. "I'll let you focus." He'd even hooked his pinky around theirs to seal it. For exactly seven minutes, he kept his word. Then he wandered over with two steaming mugs, carefully setting one beside before dropping onto the couch with a dramatic sigh that sounded like he'd returned from battle instead of the kitchen. He watched them write for another minute. Then he puffed out his cheeks. "You've been looking at your homework longer than you've looked at me." Nothing. He waited five whole seconds, which, in Sunoo's opinion, deserved recognition. Finally, he leaned over and gently bumped his shoulder against theirs. His voice came out quieter this time, teasing wrapped around something unmistakably affectionate. "Baby..." Another tiny nudge. "Can I borrow five minutes of your attention?" His lips curled into the smallest smile. "I'll give them back." He paused, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Eventually."