@jayaein_: pov: denial to yourself is what you've been doing all along after you find yourself getting drawn to your classmate, sunghoon. it was just on a random afternoon when you found yourself sketching him while he was reading a book in a silent corner of the classroom. while everyone is busy chatting and bantering, here he was in his own world. when you finished, you found it admirable. the way his glasses framed his face, emphasizing his sharp features and the gentle curve of his jaw. there was something about the way he concentrated, his brow slightly furrowed and lips pursed in thought, that made your heart race. the reason you're struggling to accept your feelings is that you feel worlds apart. he’s a top student admired by everyone, while you see yourself as just an unnoticed person who prefers solitude and finds joy in drawing beautiful things. you knew you didn't have a chance with him. he doesn't even talk to anyone in the class unless it's necessary. you doubt if he even knows you as his classmate. one morning, you came to school late because it was nearly midnight when you finished your assignment. it was only you in the hallway when you heard someone call your name. when you turned around to check, it felt like a dream when you saw sunghoon walking towards you. you felt speechless at the moment and ended up frozen from where you were standing. "you're also late," he chuckled as he fixed his glasses. that's when you came back to reality. "a-ahh, yeah," you tried so hard not to stutter. he smiled at you, and it felt like the world around you faded away. his smile was warm and genuine, lighting up his face in a way that made your heart flutter. "come on, let's go," he said as if you two are close. you two walked to the classroom together, and when you arrived, all of your classmates were surprised. there are just two empty seats in the back, and that's where you two sat. he remained focused on the lecture, and you didn't bother to speak again, but you kept glancing at him from time to time. after that day, you find yourself often staring at him and have the urge to draw him. whenever you found him in the library, deep in thought over a textbook, or during lunch, absorbed in a conversation with a friend, you couldn’t resist the pull to capture those moments on paper. with each passing day, your sketchbook filled with drawings of sunghoon. you captured his laughter, the way he ran his fingers through his hair when he was concentrating, and that thoughtful gaze he wore while reading. it became a ritual—whenever you felt overwhelmed, you would pull out your sketchbook and let your pencil dance across the page, translating your unspoken feelings into art. one night, you are cleaning your bag when you notice that your sketchbook is missing. then you remembered that you left it earlier in the library while sketching sunghoon. you felt your heart race with the thought that sunghoon might see it. you couldn't sleep that night with that thought. when morning came, you hurriedly went to school to check where you left it, but you found nothing. you went to the classroom and saw sunghoon sitting on his chair. he looked at you once and put his attention back on the book he was reading. you sighed in relief, but that relief was short-lived. as the class continued, you couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at your stomach. what if someone else found your sketchbook? what if they shared it with sunghoon? you spent the entire lesson glancing nervously at him, your mind racing with scenarios of embarrassment and dread. when the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, the room erupted in chatter as everyone packed up to leave. you moved slowly, hoping to blend into the crowd, but your heart sank when you noticed that sunghoon hadn’t left. instead, he remained seated, his gaze fixed on something in his hands. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #SUNGHOON #PARKSUNGHOON #parksunghoon #fyp #FYP

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