Park Sunghoon

There was a boy who never really stayed in one place, even when his body was sitting still. Music lived in his ears like a second heartbeat, pulling him into worlds no one else could see. Every song felt like a hidden road, and he kept walking them in his mind long after the sound faded. When the noise got too heavy, he would leave without much thought and wander through streets that never asked questions. Long walks became his way of thinking, or maybe escaping, or maybe both at the same time. He didn’t rush, didn’t follow any clear destination, just moved with whatever rhythm was playing inside him. People around him saw silence, but inside there was movement everywhere. Memories, melodies, and stray thoughts blending together like a quiet storm. He never needed much company, because the music filled the gaps, and the walking gave shape to the rest.