apricate; enhypen imagines

park sunghoon - "i wish.."

a/n: i'm a hopeless romantic :') hbu?

tw: sadd

462 words

- linden

You had a tendency to fall in love with the idea of the person rather than the actual person.

It was like raising a beautiful golden flower for months and months and seeing it flourish, only to find out that for so long, you'd just been loving a plastic petal-ed flower with artificial dewdrops of hot glue.

"Park Sunghoon." You breathed. The person standing in front of you at the grocery store checkout counter turned around to look at you. He was wearing a black mask and a black bucket hat, but you could recognize those glittering eyes anywhere.

You felt heat rise to your skin in embarrassment. Yet, you felt like you couldn't speak when all you wanted to do was hurriedly apologize to the angel that stood in front of you.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" He asked. You moistened your lips, shaking your head. I'm in love with you. Chimed your head.

Shut up. You told it.

"I thought..." Sunghoon trailed off, seeming to search your eyes, "You look familiar."

"Do- do I?" You looked away nervously, not being able to help the urge to look back at his face.

"You do."

You felt sudden chills travel down your spine. It was close to closing time and the grocery store was completely empty save for you, Sunghoon, and the poor worker that witnessed this.

You broke eye contact with Sunghoon, "I'm sorry.." You murmured.

"I think I have your number. I'll text you when I get home."

You stared at your feet, "..I think you've got the wrong person."

Sunghoon turned away from you and checked out his groceries. The last you saw of his face, his eyebrows were furrowed thoughtfully and there were storm clouds in his reminiscent eyes.

That night, you got a text from a familiar number. A number you hadn't dared to text after the year you'd been an exchange student in korea- but here you were, once again in korea, and once again for school.

not park sunghoon
It's you isn't it
l/n y/n?
you're my first kiss. the foreign exchange student.
and you're an engene too, aren't you? I saw mine and heeseung hyung's photo cards in your phone case.

you
read 9:45 pm

[10:12 pm]

you
yes

Your ceiling was white. Pale white like snow and filled with hairline fractures in shapes like snowflakes.

You wanted to cry.

Your heart ached.

Your eyes had flown open only to find your winter-y ceiling.

There was no Park Sunghoon. Never ever will he be yours and never ever will you be his.

Your plastic flower had shattered into stars.

It had gone up in sulfurous flames and shattered into fragments of your imagination.

"I wish.." You murmured.