p.sunghoon → f.y.b.f.

EPILOGUE

→ A FEW MONTHS LATER

I took my phone out of my pocket, taking a few pictures of Sunghoon as he leant against the railing of our balcony, simply drinking some tea.

He was fucking photographic regardless of what time it was, whether he was sleeping, running around or whatever.

We were in Paris, for his concert obviously, but for the most part, it felt like a holiday between the two of us.

It was the cutest thing ever, the cutest setting, everything was so cute it made me want to die.

He turned around, catching me openly taking pictures of him.

"Hey, what is this paparazzi behaviour? You better not be selling those." Sunghoon had the cheeriest grin printed on his face, approaching me and looking at the photos.

"How much should I sell them for? I'll give you twenty percent of the profit." I swiped through each photo, damn his back profile was enticing as hell too.

"Only twenty percent? I'm the reason why these pictures will sell so high, let's make it fifty percent at least." Sunghoon scoffed, putting his arm around me and walking over to the balcony with me.

We observed outside, looking at the eiffel tower that we had the clearest view of.

I never thought in my life that I'd literally be in Paris, with the love of my life, on a balcony, drinking hand-brewed tea together.

If that's not the epitome of a love story, I don't know what to tell you.

This time round, as I looked around, amazed by the beauty of the area we were staying in, Sunghoon decided he'd take photos of me.

But it wasn't the kind of photos that you would be able to post with full confidence because you look so good - instead, he thought it was funny to take stupid photos of me.

Up from above, a few from under, super up close, and then took a bunch of photos together.

"Hey. Sunghoon, you better not post any of those ugly photos at all." I shot him a glare, not really caring, they didn't look bad.

"Ugly where? All I see is pictures that will sell me a million dollars." He scoffed to himself, proudly swiping through the numerous of photos he took of me as I just stared at him, unbelievable man.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I raised a brow, looking at him in disbelief.

"What? Oh shit, you're right." He cleared his throat, showing an especially funny picture, "Billions."

I rolled my eyes with laughter at his stupidity, he pulled me closer to him, planting a kiss on my forehead.

It was peaceful living a life with no worries anymore, no stalkers, or mistreatment. This guy was what I was missing my whole life.

We went for a stroll outside during the night, linked arms, and eventually, we ran into a photobooth.

Of course Sunghoon insisted on going in there, it wouldn't be any different. He wanted to take pictures with me as much as he could, I reckon ninety percent of his camera roll was just filled of either, pictures of us, or just me.

Man, how I loved that guy.

We sat inside, cheery smiles on our face as the instructions began speaking. It was all in French, I had no idea what the woman was saying, but regardless, Sunghoon began posing.

And this guy gave the meanest poses.

He pouted his lips, giving me the largest side eye possible and looking as if he was disgusted with me. I turned my head to look at him, my jaw dropping at his hilarious expression.