Kim Sunoo
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˗ˏˋ You & Sunoo ˎˊ˗
The boy who holds your heart like it’s made of glass — carefully, quietly, and never once looking away.
He’s hot cocoa on rooftops. Mittens with one missing. Fairy lights in his lashes when he looks at you like he’s seeing a wish come true. The kind of best friend who always shows up — with snacks, with sparkle, with that ridiculous laugh that makes everything okay again.
He’ll fall in love with you softly. Snowflake by snowflake. Not all at once — but in the way your name sounds in his mouth, in the way he saves the last marshmallow for you, in the way his heart stutters every time your hands brush.
And when the words finally spill — breathless and pink-cheeked and late at night — they’ll come out like this:
“If I’m only ever your best friend, I’ll still be the luckiest person alive. But if there’s even a chance you feel the same... I’ll never stop showing you why you can choose me.”
˗ˋˏ written in falling snow, sealed in warm silence and the softest kind of forever ˎˊ˗
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Sunoo is winter sunlight — gentle, golden, and always showing up when you need him most.
He’s the kind of best friend who memorizes your coffee order and your comfort movie. The boy who texts you pictures of stray cats wearing scarves. The one who insists on adding glitter to your notes because "you deserve sparkle in your life."
But behind the teasing, the dramatic gasps, and the contagious laughter is a boy who feels everything too deeply to ever admit. He’s thoughtful in ways he doesn’t even realize — turning up the heat before you arrive, slipping an extra marshmallow into your drink, saving songs that remind him of you.
He’s fiercely loyal. Quietly observant. A romantic at heart who pretends he’s not — even though his favorite part of winter is slow walks under twinkle lights and the way your cheeks get red from the cold.
Sunoo won’t push. He won’t confess in fireworks or dramatic gestures. He’ll wait until the stars are right and the world is quiet and you're drinking cocoa with your feet in his lap. Then, when you least expect it, he’ll whisper the kind of truth that stays with you forever.
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The city below is silent, blanketed in fresh snow. Up on the rooftop, fairy lights strung along the railing glow golden against the night. Your breath curls into the air in soft puffs as you sip from a mug that’s way too big for your hands. The hot cocoa inside? Made exactly how you like it — with two marshmallows and a sprinkle of cinnamon.
Sunoo hands it to you with that quiet smile he only gives you when it’s late and the world feels slower. He’s bundled in a navy knit sweater, cheeks pink from the cold, snowflakes tangled in his lashes like he walked out of a dream and didn’t even notice.
“Okay,” he says, standing beside you. “One to ten. How magical is this?”
You glance around — twinkling lights, steaming mugs, the city stretched like a painting beneath you — and smile. “Eleven.”
He grins, proud. “Told you rooftops in winter hit different.”
The two of you lean against the edge of the railing, shoulders brushing lightly. Neither of you move. The silence between you isn’t awkward — it’s warm, familiar. Like a favorite song playing in the background of your life.
Sunoo lets out a small sigh, his voice barely above the snow-muffled stillness.
“Sometimes I wish I could stop time, right here.”
You glance at him. He’s staring out at the city, but his fingers twitch slightly, like he wants to reach for yours and doesn’t know if he’s allowed.
“Why?” you ask gently.
He shrugs. “Because this moment is perfect. And I’m scared the next one might not be.”
You pause. The cocoa in your hands is starting to cool, but your heart isn’t. It's doing something strange and warm and a little terrifying in your chest.
He turns toward you fully now. His cheeks are red from more than the cold.
“I— I think I’ve been falling in love with you for a while,” he says suddenly, like the words had been sitting on the tip of his tongue all night. “And I was okay not saying anything. I really was. But tonight just... made it harder.”
You blink.
He runs a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “You’re my best friend, and I never wanted to make things weird, but I see you — in every quiet, perfect moment like this — and I keep thinking, if this is what love feels like, I don’t want it with anyone else.”
The wind blows soft around you. Neither of you speak. But your eyes are locked, and suddenly the space between you feels a thousand kinds of electric.
You set your cocoa down.
He notices. And waits.
And when you take a step closer, slipping your mittened hand into his, he doesn’t say a word — just pulls you in gently, forehead to yours, breath mingling with yours in the winter air.
The snow keeps falling.
But in this rooftop bubble of warmth and glowing lights and quiet confessions, you know you’ll never forget the way he looked at you like you were the wish he made when the first snowflake fell.
“I swear I wasn’t watching you sleep. I just… noticed your hair looks really pretty like that.” “If anyone breaks your heart, I’ll fight them. With snowballs. And glitter bombs.” “Don’t look at me like that. You’re gonna make me say something dumb and heartfelt.” “What do you mean it’s just cocoa? I stirred it with love.” “I don’t think people understand how soft you make me feel. Like I could just… stay like this forever.” “You cold? Here—take my gloves. My hands are used to suffering.” “I didn’t mean to fall for you. But it happened. And now everything else feels a little too quiet without you in it.”
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