UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT ───── park sungho
✩ ⋅ pairing. park sungho x gn!reader
✩ ⋅ genre. fluff,
✩ ⋅ warnings. none!
✩ ⋅ wc. 822
✩ ⋅ prompts. shamelessly recording them like a proud mom when they’re shining in their moment on stage, waking up horrified as they find out pictures of them making out in a parking lot have been spread everywhere overnight
✩ ⋅ a/n. another one for the 600 event! ty for requesting!
You’ve always known that dating a kpop idol wouldn’t be easy, but nothing could have prepared you for this.
It’s the day of Boynextdoor’s concert and the stadium lights make the stage shine a golden glow. The air vibrates with the cheers of thousands of fans. You’re in the crowd, hidden under a cap and mask, but none of that stops your hands from trembling with pride as you hold up your phone, shamelessly recording them like a proud mom when they’re shining in their moment on stage.
Sungho is amazing tonight. His demeanor is different. He moves like he was born for this, his voice carrying effortlessly over the sea of fans. You barely blink, afraid to miss even a second of him in his element. When the song ends and he flashes his signature smirk at the camera, you know: he knows you’re watching.
Later that night, when the concert wraps up and the members are ushered into vans, you sneak away to the back lot where Sungho had promised to meet you.
“Couldn’t stop filming me, huh?” His voice comes from the shadows, teasing and familiar. You turn, barely catching your breath before he closes the distance. His hair is still damp from sweat, his hoodie thrown on in a rushed attempt to look casual.
“You looked good,” you admit, pushing his chest lightly, though it does nothing to hide the warmth creeping up your neck.
“Just good? I think I deserve better than that.” Sungho hums, amused.
“Fine. You were amazing.”
He grins before suddenly pulling you closer, his arms winding around your waist. “That’s more like it.”
You barely have a second to process it before his lips meet yours. It’s reckless, standing this close in the open, but for a moment, neither of you care. His lips press against yours, slow but insistent, his fingers curling into your jacket like he doesn’t want to let go.
There’s no hesitation, Sungho kisses like he does everything else, with confidence and purpose, like he already knows you’ll melt into him.
The world outside the parking lot fades. No roaring fans, no flashing lights, just the two of you. His hand drifts up, fingers grazing your jaw before cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.
A soft sound escapes you, and that’s all it takes for Sungho to smirk against your lips, breaking away just slightly to whisper, “You’re cute when you do that.”
You barely get a chance to glare at him before he leans in again, this time softer and slower.
It should be perfect. It is perfect.
You wake up to your phone buzzing violently on your nightstand. Half-asleep, you reach for it, only for your stomach to drop at the sight of Sungho’s name flashing on the screen.
Why is he calling this early?
Then you see the notifications. Your fingers shake as you tap the first one.
— [Dispatch] BOYNEXTDOOR’s Sungho spotted in the parking lot—secret romance exposed?
— [Netizens react] Fans in shock after late-night photos of Sungho and mystery person surface online.
— [Trending] “Sungho Dating” – Photos flood the internet.
Your breath catches as you scroll, your mind unable to process the images plastered across every gossip site, every fan forum.
It’s you. You and Sungho, behind the venue, completely unaware of the camera that had captured the two of you making out.
The ringing stops, only for another call to come through. Your vision blurs as you stare at the screen, knowing exactly what you’ll hear when you pick up.
When you finally do, Sungho’s voice is tight, stripped of his usual playfulness.
You swallow hard. “Yeah.”
A long silence stretches between you. You hear muffled voices in the background, his manager, probably. The weight of it all crashes over you. The fans, the media, the backlash. But most importantly, Sungho’s career.
“I–I didn’t think–” You choke on your words, but he cuts in, his tone firm despite everything.
“I don’t care,” he repeats, this time softer. “I mean, yeah, this is bad. But not because of me. Are you okay?”
Your chest tightens. He should be thinking about his career, his company, his reputation but here he is, worrying about you.
“I don’t know,” you admit. “Everything’s happening too fast.”
A deep breath from his end. “I’ll fix it.”
You let out a shaky laugh. “You can’t fix everything, Sungho.”
His silence tells you he wants to argue, but this time, even he knows you’re right.
Neither of you know what’s coming next, whether the company will deny it, whether fans will turn on him, whether this thing between you will even survive the storm.
But as your phone stays connected, the quiet sound of Sungho’s breathing on the other end, one thing becomes clear.No matter how hard things get, he’s not letting you go.