summary: you and park sunghoon have just been named senior editors of your college paper — which is great — until you find out you’re also sharing a dorm. neither of you are exactly social butterflies, and navigating the chaos of cohabitation as two awkward introverts proves more than a little complicated. but as late-night edits turn into quiet conversations and tension turns into something softer, you begin to realize: it’s not just your living situation that’s changing — so are your feelings for sunghoon.
🏷️: fluff, slow burn, yearning (why else would you be reading)?, college au, journalist!sunghoon, reserved but intense reader, awkward but analytical sunghoon
a/n: coming out 07/28!
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The Gazette office always smelled faintly of burnt espresso and old paper — a strange mix of comfort and caffeine that you’d grown used to over the years.
Between cluttered desks, the soft tapping of keys, and the occasional burst of laughter from the layout team: there was a rhythm to it all. Predictable. Familiar. You didn’t need much more than that. After three years, you knew your routines, you knew the committee well enough to navigate the space without small talk, and had carved out a quiet little corner where you could focus on what you did best: writing stories that felt worth telling.
Sunghoon, your fellow Senior Editor, was already at his desk when you arrived — head down, earphones in, a pencil balanced behind his ear, almost as if the morning had waited for him to begin. You offered a soft nod as you passed by. He glanced up for half a second, then gave the smallest smile — barely there, more habit than anything really.
There was something about Sunghoon that made silence feel less like a pause and more like a presence. He never rushed to fill the quiet, never fidgeted or stumbled over words he didn't feel ready to say. He was measured… thoughtful in a way that could be mistaken for cold if you didn't know better.
But you did.
After years of working side by side, you'd come to recognize the subtle shifts: the way his pencil tapped when he was thinking, how he always seemed to remember the details you forgot to say out loud. He wasn't warm in the obvious ways, but he was steady, constant - like a door always left just slightly open.
There were moments when his eyes would meet yours and hold your gaze just a second too long. Nothing ever came of them, of course. You'd both look away, say nothing, go back to your work. But the moments stayed with you.
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