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pov: every student feared sunghoon. his family owned the university. he carried himself like someone who had never been told no in his life—confident, composed, and a little too aware of the power he held. in your eyes, though, it came off as arrogance. the way he spoke, the way he looked at people like he was above them, the way silence followed him wherever he went—it wasn’t intimidating to you. it was irritating. you didn’t fear him. and that alone made you different. the first time you openly went against him was something people talked about for days. you were already seated by the window, your things neatly arranged, enjoying the quiet before the lecture started. it was your usual spot, the one you always took without thinking much about it. then he walked in. sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. he just stopped beside your desk. people noticed immediately. whispers started, subtle glances thrown your way like they were waiting for something to happen. you looked up, unimpressed. “move,” he said simply. you blinked once. “no.” the entire room seemed to freeze. sunghoon’s brows furrowed slightly, like he wasn’t used to hearing that word directed at him. “i said move,” he repeated, his tone colder this time. you leaned back slightly in your chair, completely unfazed. “and i said no. i was here first.” a few students shifted uncomfortably, clearly expecting you to give in any second. no one ever argued with him. no one even tried. but you didn’t budge. sunghoon stared at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. it wasn’t anger—not fully. it was something sharper, something more curious. “do you know who you’re talking to?” he asked. you shrugged lightly. “someone who wants my seat.” a few gasps were barely suppressed around the room. for a moment, it felt like he might actually push it further, might turn it into something bigger just to prove a point. but instead, he let out a quiet breath and stepped back, choosing another seat without another word. and that was it. but it wasn’t really. because after that day, things changed. sunghoon started noticing you. at first, it was subtle—the way his gaze would linger a second longer than necessary, the way he’d sit where he could see you clearly, the way his attention seemed to drift toward you even when it shouldn’t. people picked up on it quickly, whispers spreading again, but this time, they weren’t about fear. they were about you. you, on the other hand, ignored it. completely. you didn’t look at him, didn’t acknowledge him, didn’t give him any reaction that would satisfy whatever interest he suddenly had. if anything, you became even more distant, treating him like he was just another student in the room. and that only made him more persistent. he started finding ways to get your attention—small remarks during class, unnecessary comments, even standing a little too close sometimes just to see if you’d react. you never did. and that frustrated him. days turned into weeks of this strange tension between you, something unspoken but obvious to everyone watching. it wasn’t hatred, not entirely. it was something sharper, something that kept pulling his attention back to you no matter how much you ignored him. until one day, he pushed too far. it started like any other argument—something small, something that shouldn’t have mattered as much as it did. he made a comment, you replied, and suddenly, it turned into something louder, something more intense than usual. “you think you’re so different,” he said, his tone edged with frustration. “like you’re better than everyone else here.” you frowned, your patience finally thinning. “i never said that.” “you don’t have to,” he shot back. “the way you act says enough.” you scoffed, shaking your head. “at least i don’t walk around like i own people.” that hit a nerve. his expression hardened, and for a second, you saw something you hadn’t seen before. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #sunghoonenhypen #fyp
pov: every student feared sunghoon. his family owned the university. he carried himself like someone who had never been told no in his life—confident, composed, and a little too aware of the power he held. in your eyes, though, it came off as arrogance. the way he spoke, the way he looked at people like he was above them, the way silence followed him wherever he went—it wasn’t intimidating to you. it was irritating. you didn’t fear him. and that alone made you different. the first time you openly went against him was something people talked about for days. you were already seated by the window, your things neatly arranged, enjoying the quiet before the lecture started. it was your usual spot, the one you always took without thinking much about it. then he walked in. sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. he just stopped beside your desk. people noticed immediately. whispers started, subtle glances thrown your way like they were waiting for something to happen. you looked up, unimpressed. “move,” he said simply. you blinked once. “no.” the entire room seemed to freeze. sunghoon’s brows furrowed slightly, like he wasn’t used to hearing that word directed at him. “i said move,” he repeated, his tone colder this time. you leaned back slightly in your chair, completely unfazed. “and i said no. i was here first.” a few students shifted uncomfortably, clearly expecting you to give in any second. no one ever argued with him. no one even tried. but you didn’t budge. sunghoon stared at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. it wasn’t anger—not fully. it was something sharper, something more curious. “do you know who you’re talking to?” he asked. you shrugged lightly. “someone who wants my seat.” a few gasps were barely suppressed around the room. for a moment, it felt like he might actually push it further, might turn it into something bigger just to prove a point. but instead, he let out a quiet breath and stepped back, choosing another seat without another word. and that was it. but it wasn’t really. because after that day, things changed. sunghoon started noticing you. at first, it was subtle—the way his gaze would linger a second longer than necessary, the way he’d sit where he could see you clearly, the way his attention seemed to drift toward you even when it shouldn’t. people picked up on it quickly, whispers spreading again, but this time, they weren’t about fear. they were about you. you, on the other hand, ignored it. completely. you didn’t look at him, didn’t acknowledge him, didn’t give him any reaction that would satisfy whatever interest he suddenly had. if anything, you became even more distant, treating him like he was just another student in the room. and that only made him more persistent. he started finding ways to get your attention—small remarks during class, unnecessary comments, even standing a little too close sometimes just to see if you’d react. you never did. and that frustrated him. days turned into weeks of this strange tension between you, something unspoken but obvious to everyone watching. it wasn’t hatred, not entirely. it was something sharper, something that kept pulling his attention back to you no matter how much you ignored him. until one day, he pushed too far. it started like any other argument—something small, something that shouldn’t have mattered as much as it did. he made a comment, you replied, and suddenly, it turned into something louder, something more intense than usual. “you think you’re so different,” he said, his tone edged with frustration. “like you’re better than everyone else here.” you frowned, your patience finally thinning. “i never said that.” “you don’t have to,” he shot back. “the way you act says enough.” you scoffed, shaking your head. “at least i don’t walk around like i own people.” that hit a nerve. his expression hardened, and for a second, you saw something you hadn’t seen before. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #sunghoonenhypen #fyp


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