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sunsun (In The Mood For Love)

Enhypen as songs by Lana Del Rey

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Enhypen as songs by Lana Del Rey

hot summer nights, mid-July...

Yang Jungwon

Lee Heeseung

Park Jongseong

Sim Jaeyun

Park Sunghoon

Kim Sunoo

Nishimura Riki

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Nishimura Riki

- Ridin' ft. A$AP Rocky (unreleased) - Summer Bummer ft. A$AP Rocky, Playboi Carti

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Kim Sunoo

- Cherry - Pretty When You Cry

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Park Sunghoon

- Salvatore - Religion

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Sim Jaeyun

- Chemtrails Over The Country Club - Video Games

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Park Jongseong

- Brooklyn Baby - Blue Jeans

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Lee Heeseung

- You Can Be The Boss (unreleased) - Million Dollar Man

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Yang Jungwon

- Money, Power, Glory - Shades of Cool

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sunsun (In The Mood For Love)

Enhypen as songs by Lana Del Rey

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- sunsun

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Their fingers brushed, just a milimeter away from never meeting.

It was brief, and yet, it lasted a million years inside Sunghoon's chest.

In the five hundred milliseconds that their skin touched, in his head replayed four months worth of memories. The ones in which Sunoo swayed around in grace.

Grace, which in the moment that Sunghoon was told that what they had has got to end, he was void of. 

He would be lying if he said that he remembered it all.

 If he was being honest; it was all a blur to him. All that was clear among his memories of that night at the diner was all of the lines they could have crossed. All of the happiness that bloomed inside him when he would walk down a dark alleyway with Sunoo right in front of him.

All of the things that he almost did.

All of the glory they almost had. 

All of it was now only a photograph filed away in his head.

Sunoo called him out to get noodles at the diner that they frequented during the nights in which his husband wouldn't be home. That very reason being the one that brought them to the slice of time they inhabited. 

Sunghoon brushed his hair up so neatly, he even wore the cologne that Sunoo complimented once. He did all of that just to be told: "He wants to work on our marriage." 

Sunghoon braced all of the corridor whispers and judging stares of their neighbours just to be told: "I really appreciate that you were here to listen."

He could barely call it an affair. After all, nothing was explicitly stated, and no tangible harm was done. But that was the thing; all of the damages were intangible. All of it just pooling around in his stomach.

Although he never said it out loud, he loved Sunoo. That much was clear to him as well, even now.

 Maybe he is a fool after all. Because he still held onto the high hopes that Sunoo loved him as well, even for only an hour. 

He held onto the possibility that; much like him, Sunoo pictures his face beside him in a dark room. And that he also wished they could be together. 

Sunghoon held on the figment of his imagination that Sunoo also wishes that he could hold him along the crowded streets of Shanghai.

Maybe it did pay off, Sunghoon thought.

 Because half of a second ago, in the middle of a busy area in Shanghai, they met. And they got to touch each other by chance. 

Only Sunoo walked with his husband. An arm around his shoulder as he laughed at an anecdote the older man made.

As soon as the couple passed him by and he was sure that there was enough distance between them, Sunghoon looked back. 

A trail of longing left behind in the tracks of his vision, heat pooling around his eyes. He looked back at Sunoo now like he was a criminal evading capture.

In all honesty, once again, Sunghoon doesn't mind being arrested. After all, his time with Sunoo was an allegation that he would never deny. If a tainted record in the eyes of the law was the only tangible thing that could prove that what they had and what Sunghoon felt was real, he would absolutely take it.

He turned his head back and forward.

Sunghoon walked away.

Sunoo, in his own peripheral vision, watched as he did so. He raised up the hand that held the fingers that Sunghoon touched nine hundred and fifty milliseconds ago up to his chest.

Sunoo rubbed the spot of skin in circles. All of the things he wanted to say to Sunghoon whispered just inside his head. 

For, the world may never know of the crimes of passion he fought with all his might not to commit. 

Sunoo funnelled all of his love for his unlikely refuge into the circles he was drawing on his own fingers.

It was enough for him that he loved Sunghoon in silence and in the fleeting moments of tangibility.