pov: Sunghoon, your husband, was the epitome of a successful man—CEO of their family's inherited company. Despite his busy schedule, he never failed to fulfill his responsibilities as your husband. He was a man of unwavering sweetness and fierce protectiveness, always watching over you with a tender gaze. One evening, a storm brewed in your relationship. It was your fault, a misjudgment fueled by your own impulsiveness. You tried to apologize, your heart heavy with regret, but Sunghoon, usually so understanding, had retreated, his silence a wall of icy displeasure. Two days of agonizing silence had passed, and you felt the weight of your mistake crushing your spirit. In the depths of your sadness and regret, you sought solace in a bottle. You joined your friends at a bar, hoping to drown your sorrows in a fleeting moment of oblivion. Tears mingled with the bitter taste of alcohol, but still, you drank, seeking escape from the ache in your heart. Just as you were about to succumb completely to the allure of the bar's buzzing energy, your phone vibrated. Sunghoon's messages, one after another, lit up your screen. Minutes later, you felt a strong presence approaching, but your vision was blurred from the alcohol. A pair of strong arms swept you up in a bridal carry. “Let's go home,” he said, his voice cold, but familiar. It was Sunghoon. You lost consciousness soon after, the world fading into a hazy blur. When you awoke, you were in the car, Sunghoon at the wheel, his face etched with displeasure. You held your tongue, knowing you had only deepened your transgression. Fear and sadness gnawed at you, the prospect of a prolonged conflict looming large. You held back tears, desperate to avoid his cold gaze, his growing distance. You missed him dearly, the warmth of his presence a comforting ache in your heart. Arriving at your home, he gently guided you inside, his silence a heavy weight. “Change your clothes before going to sleep,” he said, his voice still tinged with restraint. He turned to leave, but you stopped him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. You couldn't bear the silence any longer, you needed to make things right. “I'm sorry,” you pleaded, your voice choked with emotion. “I know, it's all my fault. I didn't listen to you, and now I've made things worse. I'm truly sorry. Please don't be mad at me, I really miss you. I can't endure this silence.” Your tears finally burst forth. He turned to face you, his expression softening. “Who said I'm mad at you?” he asked. “But you're ignoring me,” you mumbled, looking down. He cupped your face, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I'm not mad at you. Don't think that. I can't be angry with the one I love. I'm just sulking because you didn't listen to me.” “Really?” you asked, a flicker of hope igniting in your eyes. “Yes, but I hope you have learned from what happened,” he said. You hugged him again, your heart overflowing with relief. “Yes, I've learned so many things. Please forgive me. I really missed you so much,” you said, pouting. “Okay, I'll forgive you now,” he said, softly. You looked at him, your eyes filled with a mix of joy and relief. “Really?” you asked, excitedly. He smiled and gave you a quick peck on your lips. “Yes,” he whispered. You hugged him tightly again. “I love you. I promised that I'll never do that again, I'm going to listen to you,” you said, happily. “I love you too. Hearing you say that makes me feel so much better. I just want you to be safe and happy. Let's make sure we communicate better from now on, okay?” He said. You nodded, a sense of peace settling over you. The storm had passed, and the sun was breaking through the clouds. +(comsec) #SUNGHOON #sunghoon #sunghoonpov #pov #enhypen #enhypenedit #enhypenpov #fyp #foryou #foryoupage - @enhaluvsaira