define 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵 -
⋆⭒˚.⋆. 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦) 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺
| 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵
two childhood best friends find their way back to each other, healing old wounds and falling in love - again.
enhypen lee...
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Happy Birthday
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THE SKY was painted in watercolor shades of gold and soft coral as Haneul stood alone on the rooftop, overlooking the quiet rhythm of the town below. The evening air was cool, whispering gently through her hair as she adjusted the final touches of her carefully planned surprise.
String lights stretched across the open space like stars caught in delicate wires, casting a soft glow over the scene. The round dining table at the center had been dressed in pale cream linen, two chairs placed across from one another, with flickering candles and a bouquet of fresh peonies nestled in the center.
There were lanterns placed around the corners, filling the rooftop with a gentle warmth, and somewhere from behind the trellis, a hidden speaker played soft jazz, barely audible above the hush of traffic in the distance. Everything was just the way she imagined. Or at least — she hoped it was.
Her heart had been hammering in her chest all day. The nerves. The anticipation. The hope.
She glanced down at her phone.
'I'm here. Just outside.'
Haneul inhaled sharply, her fingers curling around her phone as she replied.
'Coming down! Don't move :)"
Gathering the soft folds of her dress — she hurried down the staircase, palms clammy from excitement and nerves. When she stepped through the doorway and into the lobby, there he was.
Heeseung turned, and the moment his eyes met hers, the world seemed to pause.
He blinked, breath catching slightly. "Haneul..."
His voice was soft. Reverent.
"You look—" He trailed off, smile tugging at his lips. "—beautiful doesn't even begin to cover it."
Haneul's cheeks burned, and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You clean up pretty well yourself."
Heeseung was wearing a charcoal button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled just above his elbows, paired with dark slacks. Simple. Understated. But it suited him too well. Her nerves tightened again.
"Okay," she said, reaching for his hand. "You ready?"
He raised a curious brow. "For...?"
"I need you to close your eyes." She stepped closer, eyes playful but voice slightly trembling. "No peeking."
"I'm trusting you here," he teased, closing his eyes and holding her hand as she led him up the staircase.
