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🐧Sunghoon - Car crash🚗

A short sunghoon fic 😭😭
This one is mainly about Sunghoon’s atp😭

Anyway, I hope yall enjoy!!
Requested by sunghoonliv
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Sunghoon leaned back in the plush seat of the car, gazing out the window as the city lights blurred past.

It was a typical night in Seoul, bustling and vibrant, but tonight felt different.

Enhypen had just wrapped up a series of promotional events, and the anticipation for their upcoming concert filled the air. He was excited, yet a wave of exhaustion washed over him.

His driver, a seasoned professional named Mr. Lee, glanced back through the rearview mirror, offering a reassuring smile. “You did great today, Sunghoon. The fans loved you.”

“Thanks, Mr. Lee,” Sunghoon replied, a hint of a smile crossing his lips. “I just hope I don’t let them down at the concert.”

“You won’t,” Mr. Lee assured him, turning his attention back to the road. “You’ve worked hard for this moment. Just enjoy it.”

Sunghoon nodded, but the knot of anxiety in his stomach remained. He was about to reply when his phone buzzed beside him.

He picked it up, quickly reading a message from Heeseung, teasing him about his seriousness.

A soft chuckle escaped him as he typed a quick reply, momentarily lost in the warmth of their camaraderie.

Suddenly, the car jolted. Sunghoon’s laughter died in his throat as the vehicle veered sharply to the right.

He looked up, his heart racing, just in time to see a car barreling toward them from the opposite direction.

“Mr. Lee!” he yelled, gripping the seat.

The impact was instantaneous.

A deafening crash that reverberated through the car, sending a shockwave of fear and pain coursing through him.

The world around him spun, glass shattered, and Sunghoon felt his body being thrown against the seatbelt as the airbags deployed with a violent force.

He lost consciousness.

When Sunghoon finally regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed was the ringing in his ears. Dazed, he blinked, struggling to piece together what had just happened.

The car was crumpled, smoke curling from the hood, and the sound of sirens echoed in the distance.

“Mr. Lee!” he called, his voice hoarse. Panic surged through him as he glanced over. The driver was slumped over the wheel, unmoving. “No, no, no…”

Desperation clawed at his throat as he fumbled with his seatbelt, finally managing to release it.

He pushed himself against the door, pain radiating through his side, but he didn’t care. He needed to get to Mr. Lee.

As he opened the door, a wave of cool night air rushed in, but it did little to soothe his rising panic. The sounds of sirens grew louder, and soon, first responders flooded the scene.

Sunghoon stumbled out of the car, his legs unsteady beneath him.

“Stay back!” a paramedic shouted, rushing toward him. “We need to assess your injuries!”

“You need to help him!” Sunghoon protested, pointing toward Mr. Lee. “He needs help!”

Another paramedic joined the first, guiding Sunghoon away from the wreckage. “We’ll take care of him. Just breathe, okay?”