pov: sunghoon's smile is the prettiest smile you've ever seen. he has the most charismatic aura that makes everyone fall for him even at first glance. as his girlfriend, sometimes you feel like you just want to gatekeep him. but of course, you wouldn't do that. you appreciate everyone who appreciates sunghoon, not just for his looks but for his excellence. but sometimes, you can't help but feel the sting. especially when they don’t even try to hide it. like that one girl from his dance class—who laughed a little too hard at his jokes and always found a way to brush her fingers against his arm, pretending it was “accidental.” or that influencer girl who slid into his DMs even after you’d gone public with your relationship. she had the audacity to comment on his posts with hearts, even replying to your comment like she didn’t know who you were. you weren’t the jealous type—or at least, you thought you weren’t. but being with someone like sunghoon, who shines without trying, means constantly sharing parts of him with the world. and sometimes, the world just doesn’t respect boundaries. these past few days, sunghoon is in the middle of preparing for a big event—a collaboration performance with his dance team and a few guest dancers from another agency. he’s stressed, constantly rehearsing, and barely has time to see you. that wouldn’t have been a problem… if one of the guest dancers didn’t immediately start hovering around him. at first, you tried brushing it off. she was probably just friendly. but then you overheard her whispering something to her friend: “i don’t know why he’s dating her. she looks so plain next to him. i swear, if he were mine…” that was the breaking point. you start pulling away a little. not on purpose, but out of defense. you answer texts slower, skip a couple of his late-night calls, and when you do hang out, there’s a lingering tension neither of you addresses. sunghoon notices. “are you okay lately? you seem… different,” he asks, concerned. “i’m fine.” you look away. “is it something i did?” “no.” you lie. because it isn’t something he did. it’s something everyone else keeps doing around him. one night, you show up at the dance studio to surprise him, hoping to fix things. but instead, you walk in on a random girl handing him a drink and giggling about how “they’d make the perfect couple.” she touches his chest. he doesn’t pull away fast enough. “wow. no wonder everyone keeps going after you. you clearly don’t mind.” you walk away. he follows. but this time, you don’t turn around when he calls your name. days go by with minimal contact. he tries talking to you, but you just shut him off every time. he even sends your favorite snacks just to ease what you've been feeling, but nothing seems to work. you start wondering if you’re overreacting. maybe he was just too kind. maybe he didn’t even realize how it made you feel. but then again—shouldn’t he know? sunghoon, on the other hand, is spiraling too. he misses you. and now he’s realizing that in trying to be polite to others, he may have been disrespecting the one person who mattered most. he asks his best friend for advice. “you’re too nice sometimes, man. you need to make it clear that you’re taken. no one should even think they have a chance.” at the performance, everyone’s watching. cameras, fans, influencers, dancers. you’re there, sitting in the back, unsure if you should even be. the music starts. sunghoon dances like his life depends on it. but midway, something changes. during a break in the routine, he walks off-stage and comes straight to you. the whole room watches. “i know i’ve been blind to a lot of things lately. but i see it now. and i see you. you’ve always been the one. i’m sorry i made you feel like you weren’t.” he kisses you—soft, sincere—and the audience erupts. later that night, in the quiet of his apartment, you talk it all out. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #enhypensunghoon #fyp - @jayaein_