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POV: You hadn’t always been like this. Back in college, you were the girl who showed up to every class early, who could stay out late for food after exams, who laughed until your stomach hurt. That’s when you met Jungwon — the quiet but steady guy who always offered you his umbrella when it rained and shared his notes when you were sick. At first, it was small things: you’d catch colds that wouldn’t go away, you’d tire faster than everyone else. Then came the hospital visits, the endless tests. You remembered sitting in that sterile waiting room, your hands trembling, when the doctor finally gave you a name for it. A condition you’d have to manage for life. You went home and cried, not just because of the diagnosis, but because you were terrified of losing the people you loved to it. But Jungwon stayed. He didn’t flinch. He learned your medications by heart. He started researching recipes that were easier for you to digest, learned which days you’d have energy and which days you wouldn’t. When you tried to push him away, he simply said, “I’m not going anywhere. Let me stay.” A year later, he proposed in the simplest way. The two of you were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under a blanket, a drama playing in the background. He turned to you, eyes nervous but warm. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said. “Not just the good days. All of it. If you’ll let me.” You cried into his hoodie and whispered yes. --- It was late one night when you found yourself lying awake, staring at the ceiling. The quiet hum of the fan filled the room, and the faint glow of the bedside lamp made the shadows stretch across the walls. Jungwon was beside you, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, his hair still damp from the shower. You sighed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. “Sorry,” you whispered, so soft it almost got lost in the silence. He turned his head instantly. “Sorry? For what?” “For… everything. Always making you do so much for me. You bring me water, you remind me of my meds, you cancel plans because I can’t go out. I just… feel like I’m too much work, Won.” He locked his phone and set it on the nightstand, shifting closer. “Y/n,” he said softly but seriously, “where is this coming from?” You stared at the blanket. “I just don’t want to drag you down. I want to be the kind of wife who makes things easier for you, not harder.” There was a long pause. You didn’t dare look at him, scared of seeing disappointment in his eyes. But instead, his hand slid over yours, gently tugging it from the blanket and lacing his fingers with yours. “Hey,” he murmured, tilting his head until you had to meet his gaze. “You really think you’re dragging me down?” You swallowed hard. “Sometimes.” He smiled gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Watching you fight through every day, even when you’re in pain, even when you don’t feel like it… that’s not a burden. That’s strength. And it’s the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Won…” “I mean it,” he said, his voice steady but tender. “You don’t make me weaker. You make me stronger. Seeing you push forward on your hardest days inspires me to keep going too. If you can fight your battles, then I have no excuse to give up on mine. You actually make me want to be a better man.” comment sec+++ #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #jungwon #yangjungwon #fyp
POV: You hadn’t always been like this. Back in college, you were the girl who showed up to every class early, who could stay out late for food after exams, who laughed until your stomach hurt. That’s when you met Jungwon — the quiet but steady guy who always offered you his umbrella when it rained and shared his notes when you were sick. At first, it was small things: you’d catch colds that wouldn’t go away, you’d tire faster than everyone else. Then came the hospital visits, the endless tests. You remembered sitting in that sterile waiting room, your hands trembling, when the doctor finally gave you a name for it. A condition you’d have to manage for life. You went home and cried, not just because of the diagnosis, but because you were terrified of losing the people you loved to it. But Jungwon stayed. He didn’t flinch. He learned your medications by heart. He started researching recipes that were easier for you to digest, learned which days you’d have energy and which days you wouldn’t. When you tried to push him away, he simply said, “I’m not going anywhere. Let me stay.” A year later, he proposed in the simplest way. The two of you were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under a blanket, a drama playing in the background. He turned to you, eyes nervous but warm. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said. “Not just the good days. All of it. If you’ll let me.” You cried into his hoodie and whispered yes. --- It was late one night when you found yourself lying awake, staring at the ceiling. The quiet hum of the fan filled the room, and the faint glow of the bedside lamp made the shadows stretch across the walls. Jungwon was beside you, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, his hair still damp from the shower. You sighed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. “Sorry,” you whispered, so soft it almost got lost in the silence. He turned his head instantly. “Sorry? For what?” “For… everything. Always making you do so much for me. You bring me water, you remind me of my meds, you cancel plans because I can’t go out. I just… feel like I’m too much work, Won.” He locked his phone and set it on the nightstand, shifting closer. “Y/n,” he said softly but seriously, “where is this coming from?” You stared at the blanket. “I just don’t want to drag you down. I want to be the kind of wife who makes things easier for you, not harder.” There was a long pause. You didn’t dare look at him, scared of seeing disappointment in his eyes. But instead, his hand slid over yours, gently tugging it from the blanket and lacing his fingers with yours. “Hey,” he murmured, tilting his head until you had to meet his gaze. “You really think you’re dragging me down?” You swallowed hard. “Sometimes.” He smiled gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Watching you fight through every day, even when you’re in pain, even when you don’t feel like it… that’s not a burden. That’s strength. And it’s the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Won…” “I mean it,” he said, his voice steady but tender. “You don’t make me weaker. You make me stronger. Seeing you push forward on your hardest days inspires me to keep going too. If you can fight your battles, then I have no excuse to give up on mine. You actually make me want to be a better man.” comment sec+++ #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #jungwon #yangjungwon #fyp

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