pov: you always try to get rid of your feelings for heeseung, but it only grew the more you avoid it. yes, he's aware of your feelings, and it happened because you confessed to him. you decided to be honest about how you feel, hoping that if you'd let it out, you'll be able to get rid of it. your confessions weren't like in the movies, wherein the girl tells her crush genuinely about how she feels. it's far from that. since you were close to heeseung since you were little, you had the courage to talk about it. you simply told him, “i think i like you. like, like-like you. disgusting, right?” you said it half-laughing, trying to play it off, heart pounding but hidden behind a smirk. heeseung just blinked at you then, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly open, looking like he didn’t quite register the words. so you laughed again, slapped his arm, and said, “okay, forget it. i was just messing with you.” heeseung couldn’t believe it at first. he’s speechless. his lips part like he’s about to say something—but nothing comes out right away. his eyes search your face, as if trying to see if this time, you mean it for real. finally, he says, voice low and unsure, “you’re serious?” you blink at him, nervousness bubbling in your chest. you force a laugh to cover it. “you’re not gonna laugh about it?” because that’s what you expected. that’s what heeseung does when things get weird between you—he makes a joke, teases you until it feels normal again. that’s what he’s always done. but this time, he doesn’t. he just keeps looking at you. “…why would i laugh?” he says, almost offended by the idea. and it’s suddenly quiet between you. not the comfortable kind—something heavier, thicker. the kind where everything is about to change. “bro, don’t worry, i’m trying to get rid of it,” you say, avoiding his gaze, hoping that you really can. “why?” he asked. “why?” you laughed. “of course we’re friends, dummy,” you say, trying to brush off the conversation by laughing, but deep inside, you knew that the conversation isn't just a joke. you’re talking about your feelings. days had passed, and you told him that you'd stop hanging out with him for a while. no more walking on the way home, eating lunch together, and study sessions. you started spending time with your other friends while him—you see him alone. he doesn’t even spend time with anyone. and whenever you see him staring at you, it felt like he wanted to say something—to walk towards you, talk to you, and spend all the time together like how you used to. you hate to admit it, but it's what you also want. but that's not a good idea for now, especially when you're trying to remove the feelings that you shouldn't have felt in the first place. one night, you were lying on your bed, couldn't sleep thinking of heeseung. you're just staring at the ceiling, wondering what he is doing at the moment. does he ever miss you? when that question popped into your mind, your phone suddenly buzzed. and when you checked it, you could feel your heart beat inside your chest when you read his name. “can you meet me outside for a minute?” you didn’t hesitate—not even for a second. you just grabbed the nearest hoodie, didn’t bother checking the mirror, and quietly slipped out of the house. the night air was cold enough to bite, but it did nothing to calm your racing heart. as you walked down the familiar street, your eyes searched for him—and there he was. heeseung. standing under the flickering streetlight, hands in his pockets, head slightly bowed. the sight of him made your breath hitch. he looked… different. tired, maybe. or just weighed down by something heavy. you stopped a few feet away. neither of you said anything. for a moment, it was just silence—the soft hum of the streetlight, the chirping of crickets, the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. then he looked up. his eyes met yours, and that was it. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp - @jayaein_