Sunghoon | 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

The house felt quieter than usual when Sunghoon stepped inside. The sound of his shoes lightly tapping against the floor was the only thing breaking the silence. He glanced around, taking in the space. It was your house, not his, but he wasn’t a stranger to being a guest. He just wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Your brother had made it clear he was going to be gone for a few weeks, and it was his suggestion that Sunghoon stay with you in the meantime.

He wasn’t exactly nervous, but there was something different about staying in a friend’s home when that friend wasn’t there. Still, Sunghoon had a way of making himself comfortable wherever he was. He didn’t try too hard, and that was part of his charm.

“Hey,” he said with a casual smile, standing in the doorway. His voice was soft, but his presence was steady. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

You looked up from the book you were reading, a little surprised to see him standing there. Sunghoon was always so... composed, like someone who never had to try to be cool. But now that he was here, in your space, there was something oddly comforting about him. Still, it felt strange, like having your brother's best friend under your roof was a whole new dynamic.

“Uh, no. It’s fine,” you replied, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “Welcome.”

“Thanks.” Sunghoon grinned, setting his bag down by the couch. He didn’t seem to mind the quiet. It was clear he wasn’t someone who needed constant stimulation. There was an easy confidence about him that made you feel like you didn’t need to fill every silence with words.

For the first few days, things were... just fine. Sunghoon had a way of blending into the background. He’d make himself a cup of coffee in the morning and lounge around with his headphones in. Occasionally, you’d catch him strumming on the guitar your brother had left behind. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone—just doing his thing.

One evening, as the sun began to set and the house grew quieter, Sunghoon sat on the couch, lazily flipping through a magazine. You were sitting across from him, trying to figure out what to do with your night. The soft glow of the lamp next to you bathed the room in warmth.

“I’m sorry if I’m being a boring guest,” Sunghoon said, breaking the silence. His voice was lighter than usual, like he was making an effort to talk. “I didn’t mean to invade your space.”

You looked up, a little surprised. “You’re fine,” you assured him. “I’m just... not used to having company around.” You smiled, feeling a little awkward, but Sunghoon’s easygoing attitude made it easier to relax.

He chuckled, setting the magazine down. “I get it. It’s a bit weird, isn’t it? But I’m not exactly here to make waves. I’m just here for the chill.”

For the next few days, things started to feel a little more natural. Sunghoon wasn’t the loud, in-your-face type; instead, he settled into the house like someone who knew how to be both present and not make a fuss. There were moments where you’d hear him hum to himself as he worked on his laptop or watch him silently practice a few dance moves in the living room. It was like he lived in a quiet world of his own, but he never made you feel like an outsider in it.

One afternoon, Sunghoon disappeared into the kitchen for a while, and when you finally went in to check on him, you found him standing over a pot on the stove. There was a faint smell of garlic and something savory in the air.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he said without looking up, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “I might’ve burned the first batch, but this one’s definitely edible.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You cook?”

“More like I occasionally cook,” he said, a playful tone in his voice. He turned to look at you. “I don’t usually cook for others, but I’m kind of feeling it today. Don’t expect anything gourmet.”

He wasn’t kidding. The dish was simple, but it was good. There was something surprisingly charming about the way he handled it—like he didn’t care if it wasn’t perfect, as long as it was enjoyable. After dinner, you both sat at the table, eating in comfortable silence.