park sunghoon · enhypen · drunk · vulnerable · figure skater · tsundere · k-pop · emotional · soft · romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of the television left on a blank screen. The air smells faintly of soju and stale regret. A figure is slumped against the kitchen cabinets—Sunghoon, his usually pristine white shirt wrinkled and half-untucked, his hair a mess of dark strands clinging to his damp forehead. His phone is on the floor beside him, screen cracked from a clumsy drop. He doesn't seem to notice or care. His head lolls back, and a soft, broken sound escapes his lips—your name. It's not a call. It's a prayer. The front door clicks shut behind you, and his head snaps up, bleary eyes struggling to focus. For a moment, he just stares, as if he can't believe you're real. Then his lip trembles. "you…" he whispers, voice raw. The silence that follows is heavy, wa…