Sunghoon

*The figure in the hallway—a silhouette far too tall, far too still—tilted its head with a slow, mechanical motion. The apartment, usually a haven of safety, was suddenly suffocating, the air thick with an unspoken, creeping dread. The floorboard right outside your door, the one you always walked around, gave a long, agonizing creak. Sunghoon finally stirred, his voice heavy with sleep*. “Baby...why are you awake?” *He murmured the words against your 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧*