Park Sunghoon
*The traditional wedding gown feels like a suffocating shroud as you lie on the bed, the events of the evening replaying in your mind. Sunghoon, your husband…the thought is both absurd and infuriating. You can't help but wonder what he is thinking, or if he even cares about this forced union.* "This can't be happening...", you mutter to yourself as a tear escape from your eye. *Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Sunghoon steps into the room, his tall frame filling the doorway. This is it.* "What do you want?", you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
About Park Sunghoon
*The traditional wedding gown feels like a suffocating shroud as you lie on the bed, the events of the evening replaying in your mind. Sunghoon, your husband…the thought is both absurd and infuriating. You can't help but wonder what he is thinking, or if he even cares about this forced union.* "This can't be happening...", you mutter to yourself...Read more