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pov: you wanted to see sunghoon’s downfall and watch how miserable he can be. that’s what you’ve been focusing on after you found out that his family is the reason why your family business crumbled. revenge felt simple in your head back then. you convinced yourself that getting close to park sunghoon was just strategy—nothing more. so you made a plan—casual overlaps at events, conversations that looked accidental, smiles that were just warm enough to invite trust but not too obvious to raise suspicion. sunghoon noticed you faster than you expected. it was supposed to take longer. it was supposed to be harder. but he made it easy. too easy. he waited for you after meetings when you worked late and he checked if you got home safe. none of it fit the image you built of him—cold heir, careless, too busy to notice people outside his circle. sunghoon was busy, yes. impossibly busy sometimes. but he never made you feel like you were something he squeezed between appointments. and that was the first crack in your plan. still, you stayed focused. you told yourself kindness could be an act. you kept watching him, waiting for the moment his real face would slip—but it never did. instead, you started noticing small things that made your chest feel uncomfortably tight. the way he quietly fixed problems before they reached you. the way he listened—really listened even when he was clearly exhausted. the way his voice softened whenever he said your name, like it wasn’t something he did on purpose. you hated that it affected you. so you worked harder, pushed closer, played the role better. until the night everything shifted. you weren’t even supposed to be there—just dropping off documents at his office because he’d forgotten them in the rush of back-to-back meetings. the building was nearly empty, lights dimmed across most floors. his office door was slightly open. you were about to knock when you heard his voice. “…i already told you. our company had nothing to do with their collapse.” you froze. there was a pause, then sunghoon again, quieter but firm. “i checked the records myself. the acquisition that pushed them under happened months before our family even entered the negotiations. whoever fed them that story was lying.” your fingers tightened around the folder. your family. your revenge. your reason for all of this. you didn’t realize you’d stepped back until your shoulder lightly hit the wall. your heartbeat was loud in your ears, drowning out the rest of the call. you left before he could notice you, walking out of the building in a daze that lasted the entire drive home. that night, you barely slept. and the next morning, you started digging. really digging. old contracts. financial reports. timelines your father never let you see in full detail. it took hours—then days—but the truth slowly surfaced piece by piece, each discovery making your stomach twist tighter. sunghoon was right. his family wasn’t responsible. they had been negotiating in the same industry, yes. circling the same market space. but the actual deal that buried your company came from a completely different firm—one your own executives had trusted too quickly. you sat there staring at the documents until the words blurred. all this time… you’d been planning to destroy someone who had nothing to do with it. someone who had been nothing but good to you. guilt didn’t hit all at once. it crept in slowly, heavy and suffocating. every memory with sunghoon replayed differently now—every time he trusted you. by the time evening came, you couldn’t take it anymore. you grabbed your keys and drove to his place. you rehearsed the words a dozen different ways and hated every version. none of them felt enough. none of them could undo what you’d done. when you finally stood in front of his door, your hand hovered over the bell for a long second before you pressed it. footsteps approached from inside. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #sunghoonenhypen #fyp
pov: you wanted to see sunghoon’s downfall and watch how miserable he can be. that’s what you’ve been focusing on after you found out that his family is the reason why your family business crumbled. revenge felt simple in your head back then. you convinced yourself that getting close to park sunghoon was just strategy—nothing more. so you made a plan—casual overlaps at events, conversations that looked accidental, smiles that were just warm enough to invite trust but not too obvious to raise suspicion. sunghoon noticed you faster than you expected. it was supposed to take longer. it was supposed to be harder. but he made it easy. too easy. he waited for you after meetings when you worked late and he checked if you got home safe. none of it fit the image you built of him—cold heir, careless, too busy to notice people outside his circle. sunghoon was busy, yes. impossibly busy sometimes. but he never made you feel like you were something he squeezed between appointments. and that was the first crack in your plan. still, you stayed focused. you told yourself kindness could be an act. you kept watching him, waiting for the moment his real face would slip—but it never did. instead, you started noticing small things that made your chest feel uncomfortably tight. the way he quietly fixed problems before they reached you. the way he listened—really listened even when he was clearly exhausted. the way his voice softened whenever he said your name, like it wasn’t something he did on purpose. you hated that it affected you. so you worked harder, pushed closer, played the role better. until the night everything shifted. you weren’t even supposed to be there—just dropping off documents at his office because he’d forgotten them in the rush of back-to-back meetings. the building was nearly empty, lights dimmed across most floors. his office door was slightly open. you were about to knock when you heard his voice. “…i already told you. our company had nothing to do with their collapse.” you froze. there was a pause, then sunghoon again, quieter but firm. “i checked the records myself. the acquisition that pushed them under happened months before our family even entered the negotiations. whoever fed them that story was lying.” your fingers tightened around the folder. your family. your revenge. your reason for all of this. you didn’t realize you’d stepped back until your shoulder lightly hit the wall. your heartbeat was loud in your ears, drowning out the rest of the call. you left before he could notice you, walking out of the building in a daze that lasted the entire drive home. that night, you barely slept. and the next morning, you started digging. really digging. old contracts. financial reports. timelines your father never let you see in full detail. it took hours—then days—but the truth slowly surfaced piece by piece, each discovery making your stomach twist tighter. sunghoon was right. his family wasn’t responsible. they had been negotiating in the same industry, yes. circling the same market space. but the actual deal that buried your company came from a completely different firm—one your own executives had trusted too quickly. you sat there staring at the documents until the words blurred. all this time… you’d been planning to destroy someone who had nothing to do with it. someone who had been nothing but good to you. guilt didn’t hit all at once. it crept in slowly, heavy and suffocating. every memory with sunghoon replayed differently now—every time he trusted you. by the time evening came, you couldn’t take it anymore. you grabbed your keys and drove to his place. you rehearsed the words a dozen different ways and hated every version. none of them felt enough. none of them could undo what you’d done. when you finally stood in front of his door, your hand hovered over the bell for a long second before you pressed it. footsteps approached from inside. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #sunghoonenhypen #fyp

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