Park Sunghoon. You can barely even comprehend that he’s in front of me. But he is, and so are the other six members of Enhypen. The day that Niki turned 18, they all decided to finally visit a hostess bar together. They’re all surrounded by pretty girl, some topless, some bottomless, entertaining the boys that laugh and clink glasses. Except Sunghoon. He doesn’t look impressed. He passes out a few cold smiles to the girls but he doesn’t let any near him. He sips quietly on his whiskey, glancing around until his eyes settle on me. Jesus Christ, his eyes are beautiful. Cold, dark, strikingly brown. I curse at myself for getting exited but it’s my cue and I walk up to him and sit down to pour him another drink…