1 Sun, 6 Moons: Last Memories | Sunoo x Enhypen

Chapter 78 | S2: Sticky Situation

Sunghoon's POV

The photo booth aftermath had us sifting through countless snapshots of joyous faces and goofy poses. As Jake, Jungwon, and I combed through the pile, the nostalgia of the festival lingered in the air. Laughter and camaraderie echoed in each captured moment.

Amidst the sea of pictures, my eyes locked onto one that sent a twinge of frustration through me - the snapshot of Wonyoung and me, the one where she planted a playful kiss on my cheek. A pang of guilt and worry knotted my stomach. Sunoo wouldn't take kindly to this particular photo.

Jake, ever the observant one, noticed my hesitation. "Hey, what's wron-? Oh, you worried about Sunoo seeing that pic?"

I let out a sigh, "Yeah, he won't be thrilled if he sees it."

Jake chuckled, his nonchalant demeanor unwavering. "Well, you know, you don't have to stick it if you're worrying about your precious relationship."

In a fit of irritation, I crumpled the photo and tossed it into the trash bin. "There, problem solved."

Jungwon glanced over, curiosity etched across his face. "Everything okay, Sunghoon?"

I nodded, my frustration easing. "Yeah, just avoiding unnecessary drama."

Jungwon flashed a mischievous grin. "Speaking of drama, have you and Sunoo sorted out that whole Heeseung Vs you for Sunoo?"

I rolled my eyes, bracing myself for yet another round of friendly teasing. "Sunoo and I are fine. Don't even get me started with Heeseung. Let's just focus on getting these pictures sorted."

"Move your asses faster, remember which team sticks the photos last will pay for the food later in break time. Let's make Jay and Niki pay, I don't think they got half yet." Jake made us remember our deal that we had earlier.

We continued pasting the photos on the walls, this time rushed. I didn't want to pay for their food later.

Wonyoung's POV

In the subtle shadows of the hallway, I observed them from a distance. Sunghoon, Jake, and Jungwon were engrossed in their task, pasting the photos they'd collected during the festival. They looked so absorbed in the process that it was easy for me to remain concealed, like a silent spectator to their activity.

And then, it happened, a fleeting movement, too swift for anyone else to notice. Sunghoon, with an unmistakable hint of frustration, crumpled something into a ball and casually tossed it into the nearby bin. It could have been anything, but the gnawing feeling inside me told me otherwise.

Curiosity, tinged with a touch of dread, spurred me into action. Once the coast was clear and the boys were too engrossed in their task to notice, I silently made my way to the trash bin. With careful, almost surgical precision, I sifted through the discarded paper, my heart pounding.

And there it was, partially crumpled, a hint of a rip at the corner, but unmistakably the photo, Sunghoon and me. A surge of fury mingled with disappointment coursed through me. How could he? Why would he toss something precious like this away? Oh, of course...

Sunoo... His Sunoo...

A devious grin tugged at my lips. I had an idea, a wicked little plan to turn this betrayal into my favor. Holding the photograph tightly, I slipped away, making my way to the nearest photocopying machine. My fingers pressed the buttons, and soon, I held a pristine copy of that very photo in my hands.

...

I knew just where it needed to go.

I went to Sunoo's classroom. Empty, peaceful, and bathed in the gentle light of the late afternoon sun - the perfect canvas for my little scheme. My heart raced with excitement and anticipation as I approached the blank wall outside their room, also full of pictures.