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pov: you always feel shy around jungwon. you can be loud with anyone in the room—laughing, teasing, talking without a second thought, but when he’s there, it’s like something in you switches. your voice softens, your movements become careful, and suddenly, you don’t know what to do with your hands, your words, or even your thoughts. it frustrates you sometimes, because this isn’t who you are. but it’s who you become around him. you like him...more than you should. and that alone is enough to make everything feel complicated. there was one time after class when you were organizing your things, trying to leave quickly before you accidentally ran into him. you almost made it—almost. “hey.” you froze. slowly, you turned around. jungwon stood there, hands casually in his pockets, looking at you with that calm expression you’ve always found hard to read. “uh… hi,” you managed to say, your voice coming out softer than you intended. he stepped a little closer, not enough to overwhelm you, but enough to make your heart start racing. “you’re in a hurry?” he asked. you shook your head too quickly. “n-no. i mean—yes. i mean, not really—” you stopped, closing your eyes briefly in embarrassment. jungwon blinked, clearly trying to hold back a smile. “relax,” he said gently. you let out a nervous laugh. “i am relaxed.” he raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. silence settled for a moment, and instead of making it better, it made you more aware of everything—how close he was, how you couldn’t meet his eyes properly, how your words kept getting stuck in your throat. jungwon noticed. he always did. “you don’t talk like this with other people,” he pointed out. your heart skipped. “i do,” you said quickly. “no, you don’t,” he replied, his tone still calm but certain. “you’re louder. more… you.” you didn’t know what to say to that because he was right. and that only made things worse. you ended up leaving that day more flustered than you wanted, your thoughts a mess, your feelings even more confusing than before. what you didn’t know was that jungwon stayed there for a while after you left, replaying the conversation in his head. he liked you too. he just didn’t understand why you seemed so different around him. he’s seen you laugh freely with your friends, joke around without hesitation, be completely comfortable in your own skin. he admired that—more than he could put into words. but when it came to him, it was like you built a wall. and somehow, that hurt more than he expected. because he wanted to be someone you could be yourself with too. days passed like that—awkward glances, unfinished conversations, moments that could’ve meant more if only one of you had the courage to push a little further. until the school trip came. it was something everyone looked forward to—time away from classes, a chance to relax, to enjoy being with friends. the bus was loud, filled with chatter and laughter as students picked their seats. you were about to sit beside one of your friends when someone beat you to it. “seat taken.” you turned. jungwon stood beside you. for a moment, you just stared. “oh,” you said softly. he nodded toward the empty seat beside you. “i’ll sit here.” it didn’t sound like a question. you hesitated for half a second before sitting down, your heart already racing again. the ride started quietly for you. you kept your hands in your lap, staring out the window, trying to act normal. jungwon sat beside you, not saying anything at first, but his presence alone was enough to make you hyper-aware. then, after a while—“you always get this quiet around me?” you blinked, turning slightly toward him. “do i?” you asked. he nodded. “yeah.” you let out a small breath, your fingers fidgeting slightly. “i don’t mean to.” “then why?” you hesitated. you could lie. you almost did, but something about this moment felt different. “because…” you started, your voice softer now, “i don’t want to mess up.” jungwon frowned slightly. “mess up what?” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jungwon #jungwonenhypen #fyp
pov: you always feel shy around jungwon. you can be loud with anyone in the room—laughing, teasing, talking without a second thought, but when he’s there, it’s like something in you switches. your voice softens, your movements become careful, and suddenly, you don’t know what to do with your hands, your words, or even your thoughts. it frustrates you sometimes, because this isn’t who you are. but it’s who you become around him. you like him...more than you should. and that alone is enough to make everything feel complicated. there was one time after class when you were organizing your things, trying to leave quickly before you accidentally ran into him. you almost made it—almost. “hey.” you froze. slowly, you turned around. jungwon stood there, hands casually in his pockets, looking at you with that calm expression you’ve always found hard to read. “uh… hi,” you managed to say, your voice coming out softer than you intended. he stepped a little closer, not enough to overwhelm you, but enough to make your heart start racing. “you’re in a hurry?” he asked. you shook your head too quickly. “n-no. i mean—yes. i mean, not really—” you stopped, closing your eyes briefly in embarrassment. jungwon blinked, clearly trying to hold back a smile. “relax,” he said gently. you let out a nervous laugh. “i am relaxed.” he raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. silence settled for a moment, and instead of making it better, it made you more aware of everything—how close he was, how you couldn’t meet his eyes properly, how your words kept getting stuck in your throat. jungwon noticed. he always did. “you don’t talk like this with other people,” he pointed out. your heart skipped. “i do,” you said quickly. “no, you don’t,” he replied, his tone still calm but certain. “you’re louder. more… you.” you didn’t know what to say to that because he was right. and that only made things worse. you ended up leaving that day more flustered than you wanted, your thoughts a mess, your feelings even more confusing than before. what you didn’t know was that jungwon stayed there for a while after you left, replaying the conversation in his head. he liked you too. he just didn’t understand why you seemed so different around him. he’s seen you laugh freely with your friends, joke around without hesitation, be completely comfortable in your own skin. he admired that—more than he could put into words. but when it came to him, it was like you built a wall. and somehow, that hurt more than he expected. because he wanted to be someone you could be yourself with too. days passed like that—awkward glances, unfinished conversations, moments that could’ve meant more if only one of you had the courage to push a little further. until the school trip came. it was something everyone looked forward to—time away from classes, a chance to relax, to enjoy being with friends. the bus was loud, filled with chatter and laughter as students picked their seats. you were about to sit beside one of your friends when someone beat you to it. “seat taken.” you turned. jungwon stood beside you. for a moment, you just stared. “oh,” you said softly. he nodded toward the empty seat beside you. “i’ll sit here.” it didn’t sound like a question. you hesitated for half a second before sitting down, your heart already racing again. the ride started quietly for you. you kept your hands in your lap, staring out the window, trying to act normal. jungwon sat beside you, not saying anything at first, but his presence alone was enough to make you hyper-aware. then, after a while—“you always get this quiet around me?” you blinked, turning slightly toward him. “do i?” you asked. he nodded. “yeah.” you let out a small breath, your fingers fidgeting slightly. “i don’t mean to.” “then why?” you hesitated. you could lie. you almost did, but something about this moment felt different. “because…” you started, your voice softer now, “i don’t want to mess up.” jungwon frowned slightly. “mess up what?” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jungwon #jungwonenhypen #fyp
The knot on the couch after you said
The knot on the couch after you said "it's fine, go" is your boundary trying to talk. Mine lived there for two years before I gave it actual words.
🫰🏻#الجنوب #ابها
🫰🏻#الجنوب #ابها




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