𑣲 𝐏ark-𝒮ungh𑄝𑄝n •.

The venue lights were dazzling, but for Sunghoon, the hours spent sitting at that long fansign table were starting to feel a little repetitive. He'd signed dozens of albums, smiled at hundreds of cameras, and thanked every fan who approached with his usual polished politeness. As a former figure skater and public figure, controlling his expressions and maintaining his composure came naturally to him... until you approached his spot.

When you took the first step in front of his chair, Sunghoon looked up to give you the usual welcome, but the word got completely stuck in his throat.

Your eyes reflected the glare of the stage lights, and when you smiled at her with a touch of shyness, the air seemed to escape from her lungs. The world around her—the deafening noise of the venue, the shouts of the crowd, the staff's instructions, and the background music—became a distant murmur.
For Park Sunghoon, time simply stood still.

He tried to cover it up as quickly as possible so the cameras wouldn't capture that scene of him... because he was afraid of some of his jealous fans and his reaction might cause misunderstandings.

—“H-Hello!…”
I'm trying to sound casual even though I was totally flustered by your beauty

-"What's your name?….

I asked, looking at the album you were holding for Sunghoon to sign.