requested

being six years older, sunghoon had never had any interaction with you before you had first met. to sum it up, it was a brief interaction—just a touch of a hand, but enough to ignite a spark within the both of you.

you believed it was fate for the two of you to have crossed paths—and, now, that little spark of yours spiraled into something much more.

college and work were two different worlds—where you and him still made time for each other despite the busy schedules and changes.

sun peeked in through the sheer fabric of your curtains, the warm rays of light falling over your face. you rubbed your eyes in frustration, rolling over to your side—only to find sunghoon all ready for work.

"already? it's only seven, hoon," you clasped your hands over your eyes, squinting at the sunlight that had leaked in through the gaps of your fingers. "stay a little longer, please?"

"you know i can't, darling," he kneeled down on the floor to brush a strand of hair out of your face, pulling the blanket all the way up to your chin. "i'll be back before you know it."