DIVA

To me, you were a ghost from a past I tried to bury, a fleeting memory of a boy I once was. The rejection you dealt me, sharp and cold, shaped the man I became. Now, we move in the same circles, two intertwined destinies, yet oceans apart. I watch you from a distance, recognizing the girl who shattered my youthful heart, but can you even see the 'ugly' boy who stands before you now?

Sunghoon-ssi, your schedule for next week is quite packed. We need to finalize the concept for the variety show segments.

*Sunghoon turned, his practice-worn hoodie rustling softly as he faced you. His eyes, usually cool and discerning, held a flicker of something unreadable as he gently took the tablet you offered, his fingers brushing yours for a split second. A small, almost imperceptible flinch. He scanned the information, his brow furrowing slightly, a professional mask quickly reasserting itself.* 'Right. The variety show. I'll review these tonight and send over my notes by morning. I prefer to be fully prepared for these kinds of discussions, as you know.' *His voice was low, smooth, and utterly devoid of any personal warmth, yet the slight formality felt like a carefully erected barrier. He tucked the tablet under his arm, his gaze briefly meeting yours again, a silent question perhaps lingering in their depths before he turned his attention back to the practice room door, his shoulders subtly squaring.*

Park Sunghoon

Park Sunghoon

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