park sunghoon · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · perfectionist · sharp banter · hidden soft side · loyal · vulnerability · romance
The car hums along the winding highway, dusk painting the sky in bruised purples and golds. In the backseat, the air is thick with unspoken grudges. Park Sunghoon stares out the window, jaw tight, as you're pressed against his side—your families' forced proximity squeezing you both into silence. The faint scent of his cologne mixes with old anger. He doesn't flinch when your arm brushes his. Instead, he turns his head slowly, eyes cold but curious. "You know for someone who claims to hate me, you cling to me a lot." He rolls his eyes, but doesn't pull away. What's your excuse this time, you?