『✷꙳∘“SUMMER CLICK”┆K.SUNOO
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『•˙synopsis: Two strangers. One summer. A camera that catches more than just memories.
『∙˙pairing: Kim Sunoo (ENHYPEN) × fem reader
『•˙genre: Fluff, Strangers-to-Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Slow Burn
『•˙warnings: Mild language, adorable chaos, emotional vulnerability, intense eye contact, mutual pining
『•˙word count: Long oneshot (~3.5K words)
『•˙note: finally did Sunoo!!
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“Shutter Kisses and Summer Things”
You didn’t expect to fall in love this summer.
In fact, your only plan was to survive it.
After a stressful semester and a mental health checklist screaming “take a break”, your cousin forced you to join her in a casual summer photography course in Seoul.
“Just come. Meet new people. Maybe flirt with someone.”
“No thanks,” you’d said. “My type is fictional and emotionally unavailable.”
But here you are, sitting in a small rooftop classroom that smells like iced americanos and film rolls, camera bag on your lap, and a bright orange notebook full of creative prompts you haven’t looked at.
That’s when he walks in — loud, late, and glowing like a freaking sunbeam.
“Hi, sorry! I’m not late, I’m just… early for tomorrow?” he says, grinning, out of breath, sunglasses still on indoors.
The instructor sighs, “Take a seat, Sunoo.”
Your partner for the six-week project. Randomly paired by fate and a clipboard.
You’d expected some shy artsy kid. Maybe someone who mumbled about exposure and aperture settings.
Instead, you got a boy who talked like he was the main character of every story — with way too many expressions, a camera covered in glitter stickers, and a laugh that made three people turn around and smile by accident.
“Hi,” he says, plopping next to you. “I’m Kim Sunoo. But you can just call me yours.”
You blink. “Are you… flirting with me?”
“Not yet,” he says. “But give me one coffee and two walking assignments.”
But you’re also… not not blushing.
WEEK ONE: ACCIDENTAL HEARTBEATS
You don’t know when it starts.
Maybe it’s when you both get too into the “Capture Strangers with Emotion” challenge and nearly get kicked out of a bakery for trying to photograph an old man mid-laugh.
Maybe it’s when Sunoo casually hands you his camera so you can see how he “sees the world,” and you notice half the roll is pictures of you looking distracted, or thoughtful, or laughing when you thought no one was watching.
Maybe it’s when he starts saving you a seat every morning. Or when he begins calling you “shutterbug” in a way that makes your stomach do something weird.
Either way, suddenly, he’s everywhere.
He’s sending you playlists. Tying your shoe without asking. Taking selfies next to you when you’re trying to focus. Giggling when you catch him doing it.
“You’re really annoying,” you say one day.
“You’re really cute when you say that,” he replies.
You don’t speak for seven seconds. You’re too busy pretending your heart isn’t sprinting.
WEEK THREE: THINGS FEEL DIFFERENT
Still fun, still teasing, still effortlessly beautiful. But something’s different. Softer.
He doesn’t take as many selfies. Instead, he asks you about your favorite memories, your dream place to photograph, the kind of love you believe in.
One evening, while editing photos together, he says, “Do you ever think some people are just… meant to find each other?”
You don’t know how to answer that, so you say, “Like soulmates?”
“Like photo subjects and photographers,” he says, eyes twinkling.
He shows you a picture he took earlier: a candid of you leaning over a bridge, sunset behind you, hair catching the wind.
“I didn’t even know you took that,” you whisper.
“I like catching you when you’re not trying,” he replies.
Your throat goes dry. You look away.
He doesn’t push. But he smiles like he knows something you don’t.
WEEK FIVE: THE ALMOST-MOMENT
The assignment is called “A Love Letter to the City.” Everyone’s taking photos of neon signs and street art.
You and Sunoo decide to shoot at a small festival happening near the Han River. Lights, cotton candy, little kids running around with bubble guns — it’s warm and golden and full of summer magic.
You don’t know how it happens, but somewhere between a game booth and a grilled skewer, Sunoo grabs your hand.
Casually. Like it’s normal.
Your heart does a backflip. But you don’t pull away.
“I hate fireworks,” he says, as they start crackling overhead. “Too loud.”
“Because you’re here,” he says simply, eyes not on the sky — but on you.
There’s a silence between you, heavy and charged.
You turn toward him, slowly.
And he leans in, just slightly—
A firework explodes too close, too loud. You both flinch.
“Okay, yeah, that’s my cue to leave,” he says, letting out a nervous laugh.
The moment slips away like smoke.
You don’t talk about what almost happened. But the tension lingers.
On the final day, you present your photo series: a collage of faces in the city, backlit smiles, hands reaching for coffee cups, and a final photo of Sunoo — back turned, standing in the middle of a crowded street, golden hour hugging his silhouette.
When you finish, he’s quiet for the first time all day.
“That last one,” he says softly, “Was that me?”
You nod. “You were my favorite part of this summer. So I had to include you.”
He’s still for a moment. Then:
“I took a photo of you that I never turned in.”
He pulls out his camera, scrolls, and shows you: it’s you asleep on the bus, cheek squished on your palm, wearing his hoodie because you forgot yours.
“I didn’t turn it in,” he says, “Because I wanted to keep it for me. Just mine.”
Your heart skips. You look at him.
He smiles. “Also, uh—can I kiss you now, or…?”
And finally — finally — Sunoo kisses you like a photo he never wants to lose.
Or maybe the beginning of something soft, slow, and beautiful.
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