I Can't Go To Sleep When My Brain's Still Processing THIS

I can't go to sleep when my brain's still processing THIS

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[ENHYPEN] ROMANCE : UNTOLD Tracklist

Sunghoon holding a camera will always be my Roman Empire, just in case you can't tell already.

Happy bday to our sunshiniest sunshine out there <3. Happy Sunoo Day !!!

Notting Hill and Sunghoon is the perfect combination I didn't know I needed

— NOTTING HILL, park sh x fem!reader.

✧ syn : after countless times of unwanted hindrances in your situationship with the famous model, park sunghoon. they use the last of their career by confessing out to the public.

✧ notes : this is based off the movie notting hill., contains major spoilers if you haven’t watched!

it was the last day before park sunghoon leaves to go back to south korea as he holds a press conference in a huge yet crowded venue full of staff and reporters.

all because it started off with him kissing you out of the blue when he entered the vinyl record store that you’re handling.

then it went on with a series of sweet, to bitter, to sour, and then to nothing. like one day, you’re having a wonderful morning with him and then after news get out, they both lash out their anger on each other.

before you even knew that there was a press conference, you were casually sitting in a cafe for some inviting pastries that you liked.

not until the employee around the small television turned on and displayed park sunghoon to which everyone in the cafe stared in awe.

‘i’m also just a boy standing infront of a girl asking for her to love him.’

that specific statement coming from him engraved in your mind after the events of not bothering to disturb the other.

perhaps you thought as you grew closer and closer to sunghoon, it only let both minds leave off to wander in their own little world, not caring off the risks they’ll encounter.

they thought of it as if they were highschool students experiencing their first love. quite cliché isn’t it?

“sunghoon, when are you leaving milan?” a journalist from the crowd asks, lowering his hand down as soon as he was called by the staff to speak.

“unfortunately, i am leaving tonight.” he gave a straightforward reply, turning his lips slightly upward to present a disappointed grin.

“in that case, we will only entertain a few questions.” the staff annoumced it to everyone loudly using the e microphone in his hand.

by the time you arrived to the venue, multiple strands of your hair were messy because you rushed all the way here.

a man at the side raised his hand, desperately needing answers from sunghoon. the staff called him up to speak, “regarding the recent dispatch news, you were spotted with a woman who owns a vinyl records shop, what was going on?”

sunghoon’s shoulders start to tense as he knew exactly who the man was talking about. “a close friend of mine, we’re still friends.” he answered.

there was a short pause until the staff member in-charge called the next person, he called out a girl wearing a white-collared blouse.

sunghoon’s eyes searched for the called person, his eyes landing on you. his eyebrows raising slightly as he was surprised to see you in present.

even if knowing you weren’t a real journalist, he didn’t think he’ll see you again after the controversy at your house happened.

“by any chance, are you perhaps maybe.. even more friends?” you spoke.

all he could hear were camera shutters, people murmuring, everything was blurry except his main focus. sunghoon was lost in his thoughts or spacing out.

a staff member tapped on his shoulder for him to snap put of trance and instinctively say, “sorry, can you repeat that again?”

clearing your throat, hesitant to change the question to one that can establish the forgotten situationship.

“but what if—“ you were cut off by the staff member telling you to repeat the same exact thing you said, “do not change the sentence order.” something like that.

“no it’s fine, let her.” sunghoon reassured the staff from beside. he turned to you again, waiting for you to ask. besides curiosity, fear was slowly creeping up to him.

“if it turns out that this girl went to you and begged for you to reconsider—whether you would reconsider..?” you stumbled on your words, feeling the same emotions sunghoon was experiencing.

the audience from outside the venue or watching from the televsion were waiting for the boy’s answer as he stared at you in thought. finding the most appropriate answer.

was he willing to risk his career again just to be with you?

he took a deep breath and finally spoke, “yes i would— in fact..” he leaned closer to the staff member beside him, whispering something the two can only hear.

“can the first man i called repeat his question?” the staff member announced.

“how long are you staying in paris?” he yelled out from the crowd, his tone confused with curiosity. everyone in the room looked at sunghoon.

“indefinitely.” he concluded, looking at you with a smile on his face.

— to be continued, sequel soon.

written by; @cinaerri ⋆ do not steal, plagiarize, or translate my work.

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