ethereal

[huunies]

☾ park sunghoon 020812 about: raised in discipline long before the stage, sunghoon learned how to endure quietly. years on the ice shaped him into something controlled, precise, and composed—someone who moves with intention, even when no one is watching. letting go of that life didn’t erase it; it lingers in the way he carries himself, in the way he keeps parts of himself just out of reach. he isn’t distant, just careful. observant before expressive, steady before vulnerable. he listens more than he speaks, notices more than he lets on. warmth exists, but it comes in quiet gestures—something subtle, something you realize over time rather than all at once. ⭑ ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────⋆ connections: ☾ tba ⭑ ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────⋆ ic ≠ ooc writing for seoulessrp voice: lynn

[huunies]

the café isn't particularly special, but somewhere along the way it had become theirs. tucked away from the usual crowds and cameras, it served its purpose well enough. sunghoon arrives first as he usually does, settled into the corner booth with a drink already sitting untouched in front of him. schedules had gotten busier lately, making these occasional meetups harder to keep consistent, but somehow they always found time. maybe that was why he valued them as much as he did.

his gaze lifts when the door opens, immediately spotting the familiar figure making her way inside. the corner of his mouth tugs upward into something faint but genuine as he raises a hand in greeting. ❝i was starting to think you were going to make me wait all afternoon,❞ he says once she's close enough to hear, voice carrying the usual dry amusement. ❝how've you been? surviving?❞ @pharitak

[huunies]

sunghoon arrives to the restaurant a few minutes early, which isn't unusual. what is unusual is how aware he is of the time passing. his attention drifts to the entrance more often than it should before he finally catches himself and reaches for the glass of water sitting in front of him. a conversation stretched into several. messages became easier. more familiar. somewhere between schedules and late-night boredom, dinner had been mentioned, neither of them treating it like a big deal.

when the door opens, he notices her before she fully steps inside. something settles quietly in his chest. he stands before he can think too much about it, offering a small smile as she approaches the table. ❝hey,❞ his gaze flickers briefly toward the menu sitting untouched beside him before returning to her. ❝i'm happy to see you made it.❞ @hwngycji

[huunies]

the gym had become one of those places where running into maki wasn't surprising anymore. somewhere between overlapping schedules and the occasional workout, it had turned into an easy routine neither of them really questioned. after finishing the last set, sunghoon drops the dumbbells back into the rack with a quiet exhale before reaching for the towel hanging around his neck.

❝alright,❞ he says suddenly, turning toward the younger idol with a look that suggests he's already made up his mind about something. a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth as he folds his arms across his chest. ❝we've been doing this for months now. it's time to settle something important❞ his expression remains completely serious for all of two seconds before amusement breaks through. ❝let me see. whose arm gains are winning right now?❞ @makiroom

[hoonie]

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[hwngycji]

yeji’s sprawled across the couch in her apartment when her phone buzzes against the cushion beside her, attention half-fixed on some drama playing quietly in the background that she hasn’t actually been paying attention to for the last twenty minutes. one glance at the screen is enough to pull her fully out of it though, surprise flickering briefly across her face before something softer settles in after. she stares at the first message for a second longer than necessary. then the second one comes through.

a quiet laugh leaves her before she can stop it. it’s awkward in a way that feels strangely endearing coming from him, enough to make the tightness she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying ease slightly. her fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment while she thinks too much about how to answer something that should be simple.

yeji: i did, thankfully. survived the airport and everything.

there’s a pause before she adds another message.

yeji: my night’s boring, though. i started a new drama that gets two thumbs down from me.

she hesitates again.

yeji: how’s yours? or are you still trapped at practice?

[huunies]

his phone lights up while he’s sitting on the floor of the practice room, one leg stretched out while the others are scattered around taking a break before running the choreography again. he checks the notification absentmindedly at first, but the second he sees her name, his attention shifts completely. the laugh that leaves him is quiet, mostly at himself. he rereads her messages once, then again when he catches himself smiling faintly at the “two thumbs down” part, thumb tapping idly against the edge of his phone while he thinks of what to say back. the room around him fades into background noise for a moment. ❝that bad? now i kinda want to know what drama it is❞ he sends it before adding another a few seconds later, more honest this time. ❝still at practice. think i live here at this point❞

[huunies]

back in seoul, everything falls into his normal. schedules tighten, rehearsals run late, and the quiet from bali gets swallowed by routine. but she doesn’t. she lingers in the in-between moments, in the brief pauses where his mind isn’t occupied, subtle enough that he almost ignores it at first. he tells himself it was just timing, just a night that meant more because of where they were. something that doesn’t need to follow him back here. one night, without giving himself the chance to rethink it, he reaches for his phone, typing out something simple ❝you made it back okay?❞ it sits there for a second before he adds another line, like an afterthought rather than intention. ❝ignore that. how's your night?❞

@hwngycji