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pov: It's your second anniversary. You've prepared a special dinner, hoping to bring a bit of warmth to your marriage, a marriage that feels more like a carefully constructed facade than a genuine connection. Jake and you are an arranged marriage, a decision made by your parents to solidify their business partnership. It’s been a year since you exchanged vows, a year of living under the same roof, sharing meals and a bed, but never truly sharing your hearts. You’ve always loved Jake. You don’t know how or why it happened, but the pull toward him has been there from the beginning, even before the marriage, even before you knew he was a possibility. There's something about him, a warmth that you yearn for even though it's seldom revealed. He’s always kind, always attentive to your needs, making sure you’re comfortable, that you have everything you want. But despite his kindness, there’s a coldness in his eyes, a distance in his touch that keeps you at arm’s length. He’s never once said
pov: It's your second anniversary. You've prepared a special dinner, hoping to bring a bit of warmth to your marriage, a marriage that feels more like a carefully constructed facade than a genuine connection. Jake and you are an arranged marriage, a decision made by your parents to solidify their business partnership. It’s been a year since you exchanged vows, a year of living under the same roof, sharing meals and a bed, but never truly sharing your hearts. You’ve always loved Jake. You don’t know how or why it happened, but the pull toward him has been there from the beginning, even before the marriage, even before you knew he was a possibility. There's something about him, a warmth that you yearn for even though it's seldom revealed. He’s always kind, always attentive to your needs, making sure you’re comfortable, that you have everything you want. But despite his kindness, there’s a coldness in his eyes, a distance in his touch that keeps you at arm’s length. He’s never once said "I love you." You often find yourself yearning for a genuine connection, a moment of real intimacy, but it never comes. His lack of reciprocation always brings a pang of sadness. You often wonder if he feels anything at all, but you cling to hope, to those small acts of kindness, believing that someday his true feelings will surface. As you finish preparing dinner, you hear his car pull into the driveway. Your heart beats a little faster, a mix of anticipation and dread. The aroma of jasmine, your favorite scent, fills the air as you light the candles on the dining table, hoping to create an ambiance that speaks of love, even if your own heart is trembling with uncertainty. "Hi, Love, happy anniversary," you greet him with a smile, your voice filled with hope. He just hands you a beautiful bouquet of flowers, the roses a vibrant contrast to the coolness in his eyes. He always gives you flowers on special occasions, but he never looks you in the eye when he does. You often find yourself imagining him giving these flowers to another, someone who elicits that warmth he so carefully shields from you. You lead him to the table, where the candles are lit, and your favorite dishes are waiting. You’ve prepared his favorite dishes, hoping to break through the coldness that surrounds him. You both sit, facing each other across the table. The silence is heavy, a familiar presence. You can't help yourself. You reach for his hand, hoping for a spark, a flicker of connection. "I love you," you say, your voice trembling slightly. He pulls away immediately, his eyes cold. "I'm done," he says, pushing back his chair. He rises from the table, leaving you feeling like a shadow, insignificant and unseen. "I love you so much, Jake," you whisper, following him, your heart sinking. You wrap your arms around him from behind, hoping for a glimmer of warmth, a shred of comfort. He pulls away, his gaze hard and cold. "Y/N, stop," he says, his voice a chilling reminder of the emptiness between you. "Huh? Why?" You ask, confused, the pain building in your chest. "I don't love you," he says, and the words hit you like a physical blow. His voice is flat, emotionless, devoid of any tenderness. "Huh? But why are you like this to me?" You ask, your voice cracking, tears threatening to spill. "Yes, we're married, but remember that it was arranged. It doesn’t mean I don’t fulfill my responsibilities as your husband,” he explains, his voice flat and emotionless. “You… you do this because it’s your responsibility? Not because you have feelings for me?” You ask, the truth finally crashing through your denial, your hope. He nods, his eyes confirming your worst fears. You feel your tears spill over, hot and salty, a release of the pain you’ve been holding inside for too long. +(comsec) ‼️guys, a little reminder, vote our boys on mnet plus‼️ #JAKE #jake #jakepov #pov #enhypen #enhypenedit #enhypenpov #fyp #foryou #foryoupage


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pov: You are an academic achiever, envied by many for your intelligence and talent. You excel in everything you do, and people perceive you as perfect, living a picture-perfect life. But beneath the surface, you are constantly under pressure, weighed down by the fear of failure. You can’t relax, can’t truly enjoy your life because you’re always focused on studying, striving for perfection. Ni-ki, your classmate, is the antithesis of everything you are. He doesn't care about his studies and spends his days having fun. He's carefree, a stark contrast to your intense focus. His nonchalant attitude annoys you, and you avoid him whenever possible. One day, you find yourself in the parking lot, tears streaming down your face. You had sought refuge here, hoping to be unseen, to hide your despair. You had studied relentlessly for an exam, confident you would achieve a perfect score, only to be crushed by a failing grade. The pressure you carried, the fear of failure, had finally cracked open, leaving you feeling devastated and defeated. “You must bring all that out,” a voice cuts through your despair, and when you look up, you find yourself frowning at Ni-ki.
pov: You are an academic achiever, envied by many for your intelligence and talent. You excel in everything you do, and people perceive you as perfect, living a picture-perfect life. But beneath the surface, you are constantly under pressure, weighed down by the fear of failure. You can’t relax, can’t truly enjoy your life because you’re always focused on studying, striving for perfection. Ni-ki, your classmate, is the antithesis of everything you are. He doesn't care about his studies and spends his days having fun. He's carefree, a stark contrast to your intense focus. His nonchalant attitude annoys you, and you avoid him whenever possible. One day, you find yourself in the parking lot, tears streaming down your face. You had sought refuge here, hoping to be unseen, to hide your despair. You had studied relentlessly for an exam, confident you would achieve a perfect score, only to be crushed by a failing grade. The pressure you carried, the fear of failure, had finally cracked open, leaving you feeling devastated and defeated. “You must bring all that out,” a voice cuts through your despair, and when you look up, you find yourself frowning at Ni-ki. "Why should I listen to someone like you?”  you ask, annoyed. “Because someone like me can help you to ease your feelings,” he says, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “Okay, how?” you challenge, your voice laced with skepticism. He extends his hand toward you, wanting you to take it. You hesitate for a moment, but then place your hand in his. He holds your hand tightly and suddenly runs, pulling you along with him. You run, your heart pounding, until you reach the rooftop. As you stand there, breathless and confused, he shouts loudly into the open sky. He then looks at you, tilting his head, signaling you to do the same. You hesitate, but something about his energy, his infectious enthusiasm, compels you to follow. You yell, letting your anger and frustration burst forth, and as you do, a strange sense of relief washes over you. “You should release all your resentment because when it accumulates, it will harm you,” he says, his eyes focused on the distant horizon. You look at him, surprised by the wisdom in his words, by the genuine concern in his gaze. You realize that he’s not so bad after all, but as far as you know, he doesn't like you, so you wonder why he’s doing this for you now. Since then, your perspective on him has started to change. You don’t talk often, but he is always there for you whenever you need to vent your anger or your stress. You never thought that the person you hated the most could be the one who could help you the most. As your connection deepens, you find yourself becoming more comfortable with him. Now you’re always on the rooftop, even if you don’t have any anger to vent, just to enjoy the view, the fresh air, and the presence of this unexpected friend. You and Ni-ki are on the rooftop again. You're screaming out loud, letting your frustration and anxiety spill out. After you scream, you take a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief. You look at Ni-ki and see him just looking at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Can I ask you?” You ask Ni-ki, and he just stares at you, patiently waiting for your question. “Didn't you always make fun of me before, why are you helping me now?” you ask, a question that has been nagging at you for a while. “I'm not making fun of you because I hate you, I just want you to focus on others and not just on studies. You have to enjoy your life too,” he says, his voice gentle. “So, you care for me?” you ask, your heart pounding with a strange mix of hope and confusion. “Of course,” He answers quickly, his eyes meeting yours. “Why?” You ask again, feeling a desperate need to understand. “Because…” He stops, his words catching in his throat. +(comsec) #NI_KI #ni_ki #ni_kipov #pov #enhypen #enhypenedit #enhypenpov #fyp #foryou #foryoupage
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