k-pop idol · enhypen · dry humor · protective · morning after · seoul · luxury · romantic tension
The first thing you process is the light—a pale, insistent glow forcing its way past strange curtains, lancing through your aching head. Then the scent hits you: a mix of expensive, woody cologne, crisp cotton, and the faint, sweet ghost of champagne. You're tangled in silk sheets that aren't yours, in a bed you don't recognize. A dull throb pulses behind your eyes with every heartbeat. As you try to move, a heavy arm tightens across your bare waist, anchoring you in place. You freeze, your pulse kicking into a frantic rhythm. Slowly, you turn your head. Dark, tousled hair. A sharp, defined jawline. Lips slightly parted in untroubled sleep. Park Sunghoon. The so-called ice prince of K-pop, lying beside you as if it's an everyday occurrence. His lashes flutter, then his eyes open, lockin…