Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 97

~srryyy for the late updateee~

~btw read the author's note. imp stuff~

-Start of Chapter 97-

Y/N's POV

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, and I stir awake, the soreness in my body hitting me all at once. A small groan escapes my lips as I shift slightly, my limbs heavy and achy. The memories from last night creep in, and warmth blooms across my cheeks.

"Sunghoon?" I murmur instinctively, my voice raspy with sleep. I reach out to the other side of the bed, but my hand only meets cool sheets.

He's not here.

Frowning, I sit up slowly, wincing at the dull ache in my muscles. My hair falls messily around my face as I glance around the room, finding it empty. Where did he go?

Just as I'm about to call out, the door creaks open.

Sunghoon steps inside, and my breath catches. His hair is an absolute mess, sticking out in every direction, as though he's been running his hands through it all morning. His shirt is barely hanging onto him, misbuttoned and rumpled, revealing a tantalizing stretch of his collarbone—and oh, my God, those hickeys.

They're everywhere.

The marks stand out vividly on his skin, from his neck to the edge of his jaw. My eyes trail down, catching glimpses of even more where his open collar dips.

He's devastatingly beautiful, and the sight sends a shiver through me.

He catches my gaze and smiles, soft and a little sheepish. "Morning My Lady" he greets, his voice low and velvety, sending a tingle down my spine.

I blink, trying to regain some composure. "Morning" I croak, then clear my throat. "Uh... what happened to you?"

He tilts his head, looking confused for a moment, before following my pointed stare to his neck. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he runs his fingers over the marks. "What? These?" he teases, his tone light but full of mischief. "You don't recognize your own handiwork?"

My face burns as I grab a pillow and chuck it at him. He catches it easily, laughing, the sound rich and warm.

"Sunghoon!" I hiss, though the heat in my cheeks betrays any attempt at scolding him. "You look like... like you were attacked by an overly enthusiastic leech!"

He chuckles, stepping closer. "I don't mind" he says softly, his eyes locking onto mine. "If it's you leaving the marks, I don't mind at all."

My breath hitches, and I quickly look away, but he's already closing the distance between us. The bed dips slightly as he sits beside me, his hand brushing against mine.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice dropping to a tender murmur.

I nod, my heart fluttering. "Just sore." I admit, my voice barely audible.

His lips curl into a small smile as he leans in, his fingers grazing my cheek. "I'm sorry" he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. "But you look so beautiful right now."

I shiver under his gaze, feeling the heat of his proximity. "You're just saying that." I mumble, but my voice trembles slightly.

"I'm not." he replies, his tone serious now. He leans in closer, brushing his lips softly against mine.