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pov: you pleaded to sunghoon to give you a second chance after you seriously messed up in your relationship. you had been in a relationship with him for three years, and somewhere along the way, loving sunghoon had started to feel like something steady and familiar. sunghoon remembered little things. he’d bring coffee when you worked too late, wait outside your building just to drive you home, and quietly listen whenever work left you exhausted. when you got sick, he’d show up with medicine and food before you even asked. loving him had always felt safe. and maybe that was why you slowly started taking him for granted without realizing it. at first, it was small. “i promise i’ll make time this weekend.” then work happened—a deadline, a meeting, another excuse. you cancelled. sunghoon only replied with ”it’s okay. next time.” then it happened again. “just this week. i’ll make it up to you.” but another project came. another dinner you promised and never showed up for. sunghoon always said he understood. he never yelled, never fought, and never demanded more. he just quietly adjusted around you like he always did. sometimes he would stay awake because you promised to call, only for you to text him late at night saying sorry, got busy. other times, he’d clear his schedule for you, only to spend the evening alone because work pulled you away again. still—he stayed. still loved you and dtill waited until one night, you promised dinner. you had texted first. ”i’ll be there. don’t worry.” sunghoon had believed you. he made the reservation, showed up early, and waited. and you… forgot completely. a last-minute work emergency swallowed your evening whole. by the time you checked your phone, there were messages waiting. ”are you still coming?”
pov: you pleaded to sunghoon to give you a second chance after you seriously messed up in your relationship. you had been in a relationship with him for three years, and somewhere along the way, loving sunghoon had started to feel like something steady and familiar. sunghoon remembered little things. he’d bring coffee when you worked too late, wait outside your building just to drive you home, and quietly listen whenever work left you exhausted. when you got sick, he’d show up with medicine and food before you even asked. loving him had always felt safe. and maybe that was why you slowly started taking him for granted without realizing it. at first, it was small. “i promise i’ll make time this weekend.” then work happened—a deadline, a meeting, another excuse. you cancelled. sunghoon only replied with ”it’s okay. next time.” then it happened again. “just this week. i’ll make it up to you.” but another project came. another dinner you promised and never showed up for. sunghoon always said he understood. he never yelled, never fought, and never demanded more. he just quietly adjusted around you like he always did. sometimes he would stay awake because you promised to call, only for you to text him late at night saying sorry, got busy. other times, he’d clear his schedule for you, only to spend the evening alone because work pulled you away again. still—he stayed. still loved you and dtill waited until one night, you promised dinner. you had texted first. ”i’ll be there. don’t worry.” sunghoon had believed you. he made the reservation, showed up early, and waited. and you… forgot completely. a last-minute work emergency swallowed your evening whole. by the time you checked your phone, there were messages waiting. ”are you still coming?” "i’m here.” your stomach dropped. you immediately called him. he answered. for once, his voice didn’t sound soft. “do you even mean it when you say you’ll make time for me?” you froze. “sunghoon—” “because i keep waiting.” his voice cracked just slightly. “i keep understanding. i keep telling myself you’re busy. i keep making excuses for you.” you couldn’t speak. then quieter. “but i’m tired.” your chest tightened painfully. “i’m trying—” “i know.” his voice turned calmer somehow, which hurt worse. “but trying doesn’t mean much when i’m always the one left behind.” tears burned your eyes. “sunghoon, please—” “i need space.” then the call ended. after that, everything changed. you texted him nonstop and called again and again. he read some but never answered. days passed, then more. you barely slept. everything reminded you of him. his hoodie still hanging over your chair. the coffee mug he left in your apartment. old messages you reread until your chest hurt. for the first time in three years—sunghoon had gone quiet. and it terrified you. one night, unable to take it anymore, you went to his apartment. you still had the spare key. hesitating only a second, you stepped inside. everything felt painfully familiar. neat. quiet. cold without him. you waited. and while waiting—you cooked. simple things he liked. warm rice. soup. the small side dish he always made whenever one of you had a hard day. your hands shook the whole time. night deepened. then finally, the front door opened. sunghoon stepped inside. he froze the moment he saw you. his eyes shifted to the table. the food then back to you. before thinking, you rushed to him and wrapped your arms tightly around him. he stiffened, but didn’t hug back. the ache in your chest came instantly. still, you forced a small voice. ”hi…” your arms loosened. you looked up at him. “how are you?” his face stayed unreadable. “i’ve been fine.” cold. too cold. you swallowed hard. “i missed you.” he looked away. “you shouldn’t be here.” your throat tightened. “i know.” his jaw flexed. “then why are you?” your eyes burned. “because i couldn’t keep texting and pretending that was enough.” he stayed silent. you took a shaky breath. “i hurt you.” his eyes shifted slightly. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #sunghoonenhypen #fyp


Wanna be back in baliiii :(
Wanna be back in baliiii :(
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