Angel

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➣ Summary: After months of distance and missed calls, you finally meet your boyfriend for your long awaited date together. 1 pairing: Park Sunghoon x Reader. │ Genre: Fluff, Angst │ Word Count: 800 -----------------------------------------------------

You should have known better than to wait in the cold.

February in Seoul was colder than you were prepared for, it settled deep in your bones, numbing your fingers.

The peonies clutched tighter against your fingers, you felt embarrased--stupid even for believing that Park Sunghoon would have time for you.

The relationship between you and sunghoon, had always felt more one sided than you had liked it to be but you found every excuse to convince yourself that was not the case.

You blamed it on every little thing you could think of—distance, his scdules, your studies—and yet you had no idea how much longer you could go on.

you could already imagine your phone lighting up.

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you next time. take care"

A quiet, almost mocking chuckle escaped you.

Your gaze dropped to the flowers in your hands. You had bought them from an old lady nearby, who had said something in Korean you didn’t quite understand. You bought them anyway, cheeks warm with shyness despite the cold, hoping Sunghoon—no—your Hoon—would like them.

A gust of wind interuppts your thoughts, as you sneeze.

'jeez, were you seriously going to die of hypothermia here?'

you told yourself that you'll just wait for just 10 mins more either way, as if you hadn't been muttering the same thing for the past hour.

Finally, you stood up abruptly, your resolve cracking, your expression falling as disappointment settled in.

Then,

Footsteps.

Quick, uneven, rushing.

You looked up just as a figure came running toward you, head lowered beneath a cap, breath visible in the cold, shoulders tense.

And it was almost humiliating how every curse you had been holding onto disappeared just as quickly.

Your lips curved into a soft smile before you could stop them.

He slowed as he reached you, glancing up—and then he laughed, breathless.

“Did I make you wait too long?”

You nearly rolled your eyes at that, the sound of his laugh doing nothing to hide the fact that he already knew the answer.

“I’ve been waiting for the past hour.”

He straightened up, pulling his hat off and running a hand through his hair. “Practice ran longer than expected.” A pause. Then, softer, “I’m sorry.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, turning your gaze away from him, trying—desperately—to hide how your anger had already begun to fade the moment he showed up.

“Whatever.”

“Who’s that for?” he asked, nodding toward the peonies still clutched in your hands.

“Oh… I—”

The words got stuck in your throat. You couldn’t even look at him, couldn’t bring yourself to say that you had bought them for him. The shyness was almost unbearable.

So instead, you shoved them into his hands.

“They’re for you… dummy.”

He blinked in surprise before taking them carefully, his cheeks flushing a faint pink—subtle, barely noticeable but you were used to observe everything when it came to him.

Then, without a second thought, he reached for your hand.

“Why are you so cold?” he frowned, gently rubbing your fingers between his warm ones before tugging them into his pocket.

You only hummed in response, letting him.

His grip tightened slightly as he glanced toward the amusement park nearby, lights flickering against the night, before looking back at you.

“…Come on,” he said, softer this time. “We’ll miss everything if you keep sulking.”

You scoffed, but let him pull you along anyway.

“Weren’t you the one who insisted on coming here?” he added, glancing down at you with a small smile. “And how did you know peonies are my favorite?”

You shot him a look immediately. “You’re such a liar, Hoon. I know it’s acacias—but they didn’t have them…”

Your voice softened at the end, almost embarrassed.

He looked down at the flowers in his hand, then back at you, his lips curving slightly.

“Well…” he let out a quiet chuckle, squeezing your hand, “they are now.”

“Come on,” he said, tugging you closer. “Let’s go inside.”

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