you think sunghoon looks the prettiest in the little, mundane things he does every day.

no, he looks handsome all the time, really.

although, there is a different kind of intimacy in the domesticity of having him around and watching him do the usual chores.

he gets out of bed, hair mussed and catches you staring at him. when he is out of the shower, you're still staring at him, and when he is in front of the mirrors, fixing the cuffs of his shirt or fixing his belt through the loops of his trousers and fastening it- or better when he's taking it off- only to get surprised when he catches you gawking at him again.

you watch him when he is carrying heavy stuff around the house- boxes, weights, anything, like they are air. how easily you can basically see his muscles flex at the movement, and it doesn't help that he prefers to wear tank tops around the house.

worse- he carries you around with so much ease. you say you are tired and he would carry you all the way inside from the car. you don't have to bother yourself with the stairs anyway.

he would carry you from the bathroom to the bedroom after washing your hair, and he would pick you up and put you on the counter so you can shave his face.

park sunghoon knows he is hot and sexy and it's everything that makes you lose your mind.

and the way he runs his hand through his hair as a habit, the way he messes it up a little when he's frustrated, or the way he ties it in a bun while cooking- cooking, which rather feels like a heavenly dance with the way the kitchen lights reflect off his skin, making him look angelic.

there's an apron, only an apron covering his bare chest, most of the time, or an undershirt on your lucky days- or not.

you think he does it on purpose, there's no way he doesn't know you're crazy for him. his innocent smile melts your heart, while his hands that trace over your waist every time you pass by tell a whole different story.

but you would argue that he looks the best in his glasses, sleeves of his shirt rolled up, doing taxes and going through bills as he is right now.

there's addiction in his fluid movements as he goes over calculations in his mind and works with the numbers, flipping through the papers.

you can barely do anything else except sliding onto his lap, drawing an amused but not so surprised expression out of him.

— "not now, baby. this is important," he leans back on the chair, pushing his glasses up. sunghoon also looks pretty when he is looking at you with a serious expression.

and you love to tick him off, at times. "i know,"

he sighs at your antics, squinting his eyes at you. "where did you even spend seven hundred dollars-"