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GOLDEN HOUR ⋆ 귀중한

sunghoon x f!reader. in which ⸝⸝ fate, time & the golden hour interwind. genre: fluff, slight angst. warnings: sunghoon's ethereal, flirting. wc: 0.8k.

"So," you begin, your curiosity piqued. "What brings you to this event?"

He grins lazily, leaning against the wall in a casual manner. "Oh, the usual. Obligation and boredom, mostly," he replies, his voice dripping with nonchalant charm.

You can't help but chuckle, amused by his response. "Ah, the classic 'I'm here because I have to be' excuse," you tease, a playful glint in your eyes.

He chuckles in return, his smile widening. "Guilty as charged," he admits, holding your gaze. "But I have to say, meeting someone like you makes it easier to endure the night."

Your heart stutters slightly at his compliment, but you quickly regain your composure. "Flattering," you respond, a hint of a smirk playing at your lips. "But I'm sure you say that to all the strangers you meet at these parties." 

He smirks, tilting his head to the side as he studies you. His eyes roam over your face, searching for that elusive quality that sets you apart. "You're different,"

he says, his tone low and contemplative. "There's something about you that's captivating. It's like a faint echo of a memory, a flash of familiarity that I can't quite pin down. It's intriguing, to say the least." He pauses for a moment, his gaze locking with yours. 

There's a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, along with a hint of something deeper that you can't quite decipher.

"I don't know what it is," he continues, his voice taking on a softer edge, "but there's something about you that's stirring up old memories. Memories I haven't thought about in a long time."

You raise an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and curiosity dancing across your features. "Old memories, huh?" you murmur, your voice tinged with a hint of confusion. "What kind of memories are we talking about here?"

He purses his lips, a faraway look in his eyes as he gazes out. "They're memories I thought I'd forgotten," he replies, his voice taking on a nostalgic tone.

He stands up suddenly, his eyes still distant and lost in thought. He begins to walk towards the balcony, with you following suit. You both stand at the railing, taking in the breathtaking view of the sunset-filled horizon.

The silence between you is laden with expectation; the unspoken words are heavy in the air. For a few moments, neither of you speaks; your thoughts are occupied by the beauty of the scene before you. 

As he turns to you, the golden light of the sunset bathing his features in a warm glow, you can't help but notice how attractive he is, in spite of the mask covering his face. In fact, the mask only seems to enhance his good looks, adding an air of mystery and intrigue that's strangely captivating.

There's a certain allure to the way the mask highlights his sharp jawline and strong cheekbones, drawing attention to his eyes, which are still veiled in shadow. The combination of the mask and his natural good looks leaves you slightly breathless, with your heart skipping a beat in your chest. 

"There were the times we spent down by the river, sitting on the bank and watching the boats go by. We'd make up stories about the people on those boats, imagining their lives and the adventures they were having."

You listen intently, your mind racing, as he talks about the times spent by the river. As he recounts the memories, something about them feels familiar to you. You can't quite put your finger on why, but it's as if you have experienced it.

He smiles at the memory, his eyes distant and nostalgic. "And then there was that time we tried to catch fireflies in the twilight," he reminisces, his voice carrying a nostalgic tone. "And she always used to say the sunset was like 

'hues of pink and orange, and clouds floating lazily across the horizon like puffs of cotton candy.'

Their words flow seamlessly as they speak in perfect unison; the synchronization is flawless and almost magical in its synchrony. 

'It was a view we both loved, and we would always marvel at its beauty together...'

As the final words leave their lips, their gazes lock as a silent connection passes between them like a current that ignites the air around them.

Their words and their voices are perfectly synchronized, creating a beautiful harmony of memory that flows effortlessly as if they're a part of a familiar dance, one they've both performed countless times before.

Time seems to slow down as the two of them find themselves in a world of their own. Every noise seems to fade, and they feel as if they are the only people in the world. The sky, a masterpiece in hues of orange and purple, serves as the backdrop, witnessing every single moment. 

They look at each other, their faces radiating a loving smile. A thousand questions and emotions swirl in their minds, each filled with hope and uncertainty.

But, in that moment, nothing else seems to matter. All that matters is living in the present and savoring every moment of this beautiful dream they don't want to wake up from. They take in every detail, engraving it into their memories. For them, this is their...

Golden Hour. 

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CLANDESTINE ⋆ 비밀

sunghoon x f!reader. in which ⸝⸝ secrets are revealed & hearts collides. genre: fluff. warnings: kissing, flirting, reader's blushed quite often. wc: 1.23k. I GRACE NOTES ! this was kinda rush and i don't really like it but ...

𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓌, 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃, 𝑜𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈. 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝐼 𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅,

'Your eyes close.'

You were startled to hear a voice reciting the final line of the poem in perfect time with your own mental reading, creating an electrifying feeling that was shocking you, and in sync, a pair of hands closed your eyes, mimicking the actions of the last sentence of the poem, causing your heart to skip a beat. 

As you tend to turn around, the hands slowly withdrew, revealing the face of a man who appeared almost otherworldly, as if he had walked straight out of a novel or fantasy.

His dark, wavy hair framed his face, which was graced with precision, accentuating his beauty. The sight before you was mesmerizing, and you found yourself utterly transfixed, unable to look away. As you struggled to find your voice, the guy in question smiled softly, his expression one of amusement at your bewildered reaction.

It was none other than,

"Park sunghoon."

You managed to utter his name as your gaze fixed on the ethereal sight before you. Bringing you back to reality, a soft chuckle escaped his lips as his eyes darted over your face, taking in your beet-red cheeks, adding to the overall adorableness of the situation.

Your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as you spun around, clutching the letter tightly in your hand, trying to hide your obvious blush.  Sunghoon took a seat beside you, his gaze fixed on your flustered face. 

"y/n, pfft," he muttered, his laughter just barely contained as he caught sight of your embarrassment. "W-why are you laughing?" you exclaimed, half-shouting in annoyance as you lightly hit his head. 

"What do you mean, why am I laughing?" he responded, his hand moving to the spot where you had hit him, still feeling the sting from the impact.

"What's this thing anyway?" He asked, his eyes now fixed on the letter, still clutched tightly in your grasp. Before you could react, he snatched it away, a cheeky smile plastered across his face. He squinted his eyes, pretending to carefully examine the letter. "A secret admirer, huh?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

"I think it's stupid," he chuckled. His words stung, and hearing him say that only fueled your anger, which was building quickly. Before you could lash out, you snatched the letter back from him and took a few moments to calm yourself. "It's not stupid," you muttered softly.

This was actually the ninth time you had received this type of letter from someone they called your "secret admirer." At first, you thought it was just a prank or a joke and didn't pay much attention to it. However, you continued to receive these sweet letters, filled with beautiful poems, and the more you received them, the more you began to look forward to them. 

You even started to feel some excitement whenever you'd go to school and open your locker, eagerly anticipating the next letter from your secret admirer. You would happily place them in your bag, then read them again once you got home, lovingly placing each one in a special box. 

You didn't know why you were so drawn to these letters, but there was something about them that made you feel precious and safe each time you received one.

He waved his hand in front of your face, trying to snap you back to reality. "Hey, earth to y/n!" he exclaimed, his tone laced with mockery. "What did you say earlier?" he continued, even though he had clearly heard you.

Your temper flared at his behavior as you shut your eyes closed in frustration. You quickly turned to face him, closing the distance between you two by bringing your face just inches away from his. Your eyes locked, creating an intense moment between the two of you.

Your voice carried a hint of determination as you firmly stated, "Park sunghoon." You felt a sense of conviction as you looked into his eyes. 

"He's. not. stupid!" you insisted.

His eyes widened in surprise at the rare side of you, but almost immediately, his features transformed as he wore a cocky smirk that seemed both annoying and actually a bit attractive.

"Is that so?" he murmured, leaning toward you, his gaze fixed on your lips. 

"baby?" He smirks, his voice lowered as his eyes fixate on your plump lips, licking his own bottom lip in smooth synchrony. The sudden sight before you only made your face turn even redder, and you felt your face heating up. 

You suddenly stood up, jolting your chair back and creating a jarring scraping sound that echoed through the formerly peaceful library, making every head within earshot immediately snapped in your direction, hushing you with a collective "Shh!" as they bring their fingers to their mouths, gesturing the universal sign for quiet.

He apologized on your behalf, addressing the others with a soothing voice. "She's just tired; please don't mind her," he explained as he held your hand. He then quickly pulled your chair back to its rightful place and turned his attention back to you.

"Hey, are you okay?" he murmured, his hand sliding soothingly up and down your back as he leaned closer to you, trying to get a glimpse of your lowered face.

He leaned in more closer, showering you with his reassuring words. "Hey, it's okay, Don't worry. I know it's not stupid," he murmured softly. He looked deep into your eyes and continued.

"Not when I see the way your face lights up and smiles every time you read my letters." He emphasized the word 'my', revealing that he was your secret admirer all this time.

You immediately looked up at him as a look of surprise and shock sweeping across your face. Your eyes widened as you stuttered, struggling to find the right words.

"W-what...d-do you..." you repeated, your voice trailing off as you tried to comprehend what he had just said.

But seconds before you could speak any further, he abruptly silenced you by pressing his open palm delicately to your lips as he kissed the back of it, still firmly planted over your lips. 

He held up a book in front of them, its pages open and facing them, acting as a shield. You freeze at the sudden action wanting to push him off and slaps him hard at the face but you just can't bring yourself to, because,

In that brief, magical moment, both of you chose to savor the feeling, ignoring everything else around you.

For one sweet, stolen moment, everything else faded away, and you were the central figure in this captivating scene. You were the main character in this little world you shared.

𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝒜 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒, 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈, 𝒜 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝓃𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒.

Little did they know, fate had quietly turned a new page in the book of their lives, as this moment was marked by the tenth letter of her secret admirer.

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౨ৎ 🍎 SUNGHOON! — WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD ꒷ in which ᵎᵎ he goes extra caring .ᐟ literally makin' you: 'can't help but fall all over again'

bf!sunghoon x gf fem!reader. synopsis: just him paying 100% more of him, specially for you. ໒꒱ fluff reaction ⸝⸝⸝ not proofread ... wc: 383 ࣪ ﹏

GRACES NOTES ! ... PLS! reblog + like ᵎᵎ it helps me so much! feedbacks are truly recommended & appreciated!

Sunghoon's concern is palpable as he notices you wincing in discomfort. His brow furrowed as he asked a few questions about how you felt and if there was anything he could do to help make you feel more comfortable during this time. He reassured you that getting your period was a normal part of being a woman and offered to get you some items you might need to manage the discomfort. He also expressed his support and understanding as you went through this natural experience.

He recognizes that periods are a natural part of being a woman and that everyone experiences them differently. He'd become more supportive and understanding. He listened carefully to how you were feeling and offered advice on how to make your period more comfortable (e.g., by recommending certain foods, activities, etc.). He also made sure to be extra attentive and caring during this time, asking if there was anything he could do to make you feel more comfortable, such as bringing you snacks or blankets. In general, his reaction was one of deep care and attentiveness, wanting to make sure your period was as stress-free as possible.

Sunghoon would take a seat next to you, offering gentle reassurances and validation. He also takes the initiative to offer practical support. He goes to grab a heating pad and a warm blanket from the bedroom, saying, "Here, these might help with the cramps." When he realizes how exhausted you seem, he will say, "You seem really tired. Why don't I get us some takeout and put on a movie? We can just relax and have a cozy night in."

He would also often say something like, "I know that getting your period can be uncomfortable and even painful sometimes but i want you to know that I'm here for you if you need anything, whether it's going to the store to get you painkillers, heating pads, or just bringing you cozy blankets and snacks. I'll do my best to make you feel comfortable and supported during this time. " I don't want you to push yourself too hard right now, so if you need some time to rest and recharge, feel free to take all the time you need. And if you just want to talk or need a distraction, I'm here to listen.

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✮ boyfriend sunghoon ig story! a/n. first time! sorry . if it's boring

epilougue ! ౨ৎ hoon's posts

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★ 🌑 WHERE DID IT GOES WRONG? — sunghoon when you asks for divorce ! in which. . . our lives changed , our destiny unraveled, brings to goodbye 𝓢 !

... ୨୧ husband!sunghoon x wife fem!reader. synopsis: when you broke his heart into million pieces.' ꒱ full angst reaction ⸝⸝⸝ wc: 546

GRACES NOTEZ ! literally crying while writing this T^T !! If you enjoy, pliz like + reblog! feedbacks & comments are absolutely recommended!

Sunghoon's heart wrenched as the words "I want a divorce" slipped from your lips. His eyes, widening in stunned disbelief, mirrored his profound sense of loss. He had never anticipated this, especially given all the memories you'd shared.

He froze, his expression becoming cold and aloof. "What?" he repeated, his voice marked by a hint of disbelief. "You're asking for a divorce?"

Sunghoon was seriously taken aback and deeply hurt by your request. He desired clarity, attempting to understand the reasoning behind your decision. Yet, as the conversation went on, he found himself withdrawing, growing increasingly distant and cold.

His eyes searched your face, betraying a hint of hope—a hope that this was all a misunderstanding or a cruel joke. But deep within, a nagging realization crept in—the inescapable weight of your words. "Why?" he inquired, his anger and pain mingling in his tone. "Is this what you truly want? To discard everything we've built, all our shared history?"

"I don't understand. After everything we've been through, after all we've fought for, you're willing to end it all so easily?" Desperation echoed in his voice as he pleaded, "Just like that? Is our relationship not worth fighting for?" He ran his hand through his hair, betraying a sense of helplessness and frustration.

Anger and resignation were etched across his face, and his voice was now low and strained. "You can't be serious," he said, his tone thick with disbelief and a hint of resignation. "Divorce?"

He repeated the word, emphasizing its gravity. "Is that truly what you want—to abandon our marriage, our commitment, and our love?" His eyes locked onto yours, searching for a glimmer of doubt, a flicker of reconsideration. Yet, deep down, he knew that your mind was made up.

The weight of your decision crashed upon him, triggering a maelstrom of emotions. Anger, hurt, confusion, and a profound sense of loss swirled within him, leaving him both shattered and numb.

The room seemed to spin around him as he tried to reconcile the reality of the situation with the depth of his love for you. "Please," he implored, his voice softer now. "Don't do this. I love you. We can work through anything together."

The room echoed with the silence of his words. He knew that his plea might fall on deaf ears, yet he couldn't help but cling to the hope that you might change your mind. He stood motionless, frozen in the moment, his eyes locked on yours, silently begging for a chance to fix whatever had gone wrong between you.

The air felt heavy, filled with a mixture of tension and raw emotions. The future he had envisioned with you now stood in tatters, leaving him grappling with the enormity of this unexpected turn of events.

As seconds ticked by, the reality of the situation slowly sank in. Sunghoon swallowed hard, bracing himself for the inevitable pain and disappointment that lay ahead.

The weight of his love, the memories of your shared past, and the hopes for their future all churned within him. Yet he realized that he couldn't force you to stay if this was what you truly wanted. With a heavy heart, he resigned himself to the path you had chosen. The pain was unbearable, but he had to accept it if that was what brought you happiness.

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