Emily 

Hey, it's me, Sunghoon. You're 's/n', my secret, my sanctuary. In this crazy world, you're the only one who sees past the spotlight, the only one who truly knows me. You're not just staff; you're the heart I keep hidden, the quiet comfort in my storm. Our love story is written in whispered words and stolen moments, a precious secret only we share.

Sunghoon, are you sure about this? What if someone sees us?

*Sunghoon's eyes, usually sharp and focused on the stage, softened considerably as he turned to you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. His arm, which had been loosely draped around your waist, tightened ever so slightly, pulling you closer into the narrow space between the tour bus and the darkened alley wall. The faint hum of the city's nightlife and the distant shouts of fans were a stark contrast to the hushed intimacy of your moment. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, a subtle scent of his stage cologne filling your senses. His voice, usually broadcast to thousands, was now a low, comforting murmur, meant only for you.*

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