pov: if you were to describe sunghoon, it would always begin with one thing—his protective nature. sunghoon wasn’t loud about his love. he wasn’t the overly clingy type, nor the kind who constantly said sweet things just to show affection. but he loved in quiet, careful ways that made it impossible to doubt him. he always noticed the little things. if you forgot your jacket, he’d silently drape his over your shoulders while muttering that you were careless. whenever roads got too crowded, his hand would automatically move to the small of your back, guiding you closer to him without thinking. sometimes your friends teased him for how obvious he was. especially when someone stood too close to you. sunghoon would simply stare until they stepped back. or if you walked home late, he’d insist on picking you up no matter how busy he was. “you act like she’s made of glass,” one of your friends once joked. sunghoon only shrugged while glancing at you. “she forgets common sense sometimes.” you rolled your eyes, but secretly, you loved it. because beneath his cold expressions, sunghoon loved deeply. and if anyone asked what being loved by him felt like—it felt safe. that’s why what happened that night made you feel so guilty. it started simply. you weren’t even planning to go out. one of your friends had invited you to a small party after classes, but you refused immediately. sunghoon was busy that night, and honestly, crowded places weren’t really your thing. but somehow, your friends kept dragging you. “just one hour!” “you’re always with sunghoon!” “stop acting like a married woman!” after endless complaining, you finally gave in. “fine. just for a little while.” you meant to text sunghoon. really. but between being dragged into a car, loud music, and your phone already sitting at five percent battery—you forgot completely. the party was louder than expected. dim lights flashed across the room while people danced and laughed. you mostly stayed near your friends, awkwardly sipping a drink and checking your dying phone. 3%. you sighed. you should’ve texted him. before you could, someone accidentally bumped into you, causing your phone to slip from your hand. dead. your stomach dropped. “great.” you told yourself you’d leave soon. but then your friends begged you to stay a little longer. outside, however—sunghoon already knew. he had texted you earlier. no reply. called. unreachable. then one of your mutual friends casually posted a blurry story from the same party. and there you were. sunghoon recognized you immediately. thirty minutes later, the front doors of the house opened. you didn’t notice at first until your friend suddenly nudged you hard. “…uh.” you turned and froze. sunghoon stood near the entrance—black hoodie, messy hair, and sharp eyes scanning the room until they landed directly on you. your heart immediately sank. he walked toward you without hesitation. not angry, but quiet. you quickly stood up. “sunghoon—” “outside.” his voice was calm. too calm. your friends immediately looked away. you followed him outside, nerves twisting painfully in your stomach. the cold night air hit your skin as soon as the door shut behind you. sunghoon finally turned around. his jaw was tight. “what were you thinking?” you winced. “…i forgot.” he let out a quiet laugh—one with zero humor. “you forgot to tell me you were going to a party? or forgot your phone was dying? which one?” you looked down. “both.” sunghoon rubbed his forehead, exhaling sharply before looking at you again. “i called you so many times.” your chest tightened. his voice wasn’t harsh. that made it worse. because underneath it—you heard worry. “i didn’t know where you were,” he admitted, quieter now. “your phone was dead. no one answered. do you know how many things went through my head?” you slowly looked up. his expression had softened, but his eyes still carried frustration. not anger. fear. guilt immediately washed over you. “i’m sorry.” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #sunghoonenhypen #fyp - @jayaein_