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pov: what you have with heeseung right now is different from what you two once had and shared. right now, all you could do is roll your eyes whenever your gaze met his. he on the other hand will look at you sharply—something that he'd never done before. and when you two had the chance to talk, all you could exchange from one another were mean remarks that cut deeper than either of you ever admitted. “wow,” you’d say flatly whenever heeseung spoke up in group discussions, “didn’t know you suddenly had so much to say.” he’d scoff, jaw tightening. “funny coming from you. you used to hate silence—guess you only liked it when i was the one listening.” those conversations never lasted long. one of you would always walk away first, hearts racing, pride burning brighter than the truth you were both avoiding. it hadn’t always been like this. a few months ago, things ended—not because the love was gone, but because everything else got too loud. heeseung had been chasing something bigger. longer hours. constant pressure. expectations that never seemed to ease up. you tried to understand, you really did, but nights turned into days where you barely spoke. when you did, it was rushed, distracted, unfinished. you felt like you were slowly becoming a background detail in his life. he felt like no matter how hard he tried, it was never enough. the final argument wasn’t explosive. it was worse—quiet. you told him you felt lonely even when he was right beside you. he told you he felt like he was failing you no matter what he did. and instead of holding on, you both let go. the breakup was mutual on the surface. clean. mature. no shouting, no tears in front of each other. but the aftermath was messy. you hated how easily he seemed to move forward. he hated how distant you became overnight. every interaction after that was loaded with things unsaid, so you covered them with sarcasm and cold looks. it was easier to pretend you were angry than admit you were still hurting. and for him, he felt the same. he doesn't hate you—he could never. He still loves you just as deeply as you love him. It's incredibly frustrating to mask those feelings, pretending to hate each other when the truth is that you both care so much. one afternoon, you found yourselves alone in an empty hallway after everyone else had left. the lights were dimmed, the building unusually quiet, like it was holding its breath along with you. “are you done glaring at me?” you muttered, hugging your arms, more defensive than you meant to sound. heeseung let out a short, humorless laugh. “you think i enjoy this?” you scoffed. “you act like it. every time you look at me, it’s like i personally ruined your life.” his steps slowed. then stopped. he turned to face you fully, jaw tight, eyes sharp in a way that made your chest ache. “because if i don’t act like that,” he said, voice low, “i’ll remember why i still care.” the words hit harder than any insult. you laughed bitterly. “don’t do that. don’t say things like that.” “why?” he shot back. “because we’re not supposed to?” you swallowed, heat rushing to your face. “exactly. we’re not.” “yeah,” he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. “i know.” the silence that followed was heavy. suffocating. it pressed down on everything you’d been holding in for months. “you know what hurts the most?” you said suddenly, voice shaking despite your effort to stay calm. “you don’t even get to be mad at me anymore. you just… look at me like i don’t matter.” heeseung frowned. “that’s not—” “i felt invisible,” you cut in, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “i was standing right next to you, and you were already somewhere else. your work, your goals, everything else came first, and i kept telling myself to be patient until i couldn’t anymore.” his shoulders dropped, frustration flashing across his face. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp
pov: what you have with heeseung right now is different from what you two once had and shared. right now, all you could do is roll your eyes whenever your gaze met his. he on the other hand will look at you sharply—something that he'd never done before. and when you two had the chance to talk, all you could exchange from one another were mean remarks that cut deeper than either of you ever admitted. “wow,” you’d say flatly whenever heeseung spoke up in group discussions, “didn’t know you suddenly had so much to say.” he’d scoff, jaw tightening. “funny coming from you. you used to hate silence—guess you only liked it when i was the one listening.” those conversations never lasted long. one of you would always walk away first, hearts racing, pride burning brighter than the truth you were both avoiding. it hadn’t always been like this. a few months ago, things ended—not because the love was gone, but because everything else got too loud. heeseung had been chasing something bigger. longer hours. constant pressure. expectations that never seemed to ease up. you tried to understand, you really did, but nights turned into days where you barely spoke. when you did, it was rushed, distracted, unfinished. you felt like you were slowly becoming a background detail in his life. he felt like no matter how hard he tried, it was never enough. the final argument wasn’t explosive. it was worse—quiet. you told him you felt lonely even when he was right beside you. he told you he felt like he was failing you no matter what he did. and instead of holding on, you both let go. the breakup was mutual on the surface. clean. mature. no shouting, no tears in front of each other. but the aftermath was messy. you hated how easily he seemed to move forward. he hated how distant you became overnight. every interaction after that was loaded with things unsaid, so you covered them with sarcasm and cold looks. it was easier to pretend you were angry than admit you were still hurting. and for him, he felt the same. he doesn't hate you—he could never. He still loves you just as deeply as you love him. It's incredibly frustrating to mask those feelings, pretending to hate each other when the truth is that you both care so much. one afternoon, you found yourselves alone in an empty hallway after everyone else had left. the lights were dimmed, the building unusually quiet, like it was holding its breath along with you. “are you done glaring at me?” you muttered, hugging your arms, more defensive than you meant to sound. heeseung let out a short, humorless laugh. “you think i enjoy this?” you scoffed. “you act like it. every time you look at me, it’s like i personally ruined your life.” his steps slowed. then stopped. he turned to face you fully, jaw tight, eyes sharp in a way that made your chest ache. “because if i don’t act like that,” he said, voice low, “i’ll remember why i still care.” the words hit harder than any insult. you laughed bitterly. “don’t do that. don’t say things like that.” “why?” he shot back. “because we’re not supposed to?” you swallowed, heat rushing to your face. “exactly. we’re not.” “yeah,” he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. “i know.” the silence that followed was heavy. suffocating. it pressed down on everything you’d been holding in for months. “you know what hurts the most?” you said suddenly, voice shaking despite your effort to stay calm. “you don’t even get to be mad at me anymore. you just… look at me like i don’t matter.” heeseung frowned. “that’s not—” “i felt invisible,” you cut in, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “i was standing right next to you, and you were already somewhere else. your work, your goals, everything else came first, and i kept telling myself to be patient until i couldn’t anymore.” his shoulders dropped, frustration flashing across his face. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp

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