pov: you never thought that you'd ended up partnered with jay for a project. you wish you could be partnered with anyone but him. fate must be playing around with you. you wish that he’s just a random person in the company.nbut he’s not. jay is your ex-boyfriend. the same jay you once imagined spending years with. the same jay who used to walk you home after long days, remember the smallest details about you, and somehow make even ordinary moments feel special. unfortunately, he was also the same person you ended things with. the breakup hadn’t been dramatic. there were no screaming matches or betrayals. if anything, that was what made it worse. both of you had been busy, exhausted, and frustrated. conversations became shorter. misunderstandings became more frequent. eventually, pride got involved. instead of fixing things, both of you started pretending everything was fine. until it wasn’t. the last conversation still lingered in your memory. you remembered standing in front of him, hurt and overwhelmed, asking him why it felt like he didn’t care anymore. jay had looked equally frustrated. he told you he was trying.nyou told him trying wasn’t enough. he told you he was tired. you told him you were tired too. neither of you wanted to break up. yet somehow, that was exactly what happened.nand the worst part? neither of you got proper closure. which explained why seeing him again years later felt like reopening a wound that never fully healed. the moment your manager announced that you’d be working together on a major company project, you nearly laughed from disbelief. of all people. why jay? the universe clearly had a sense of humor. jay didn’t look particularly happy either. when your eyes met across the conference room, he simply raised an eyebrow before looking away. that was the beginning of your awkward partnership. at first, every interaction felt painfully formal. “can you send me the files?” “sure.” “thanks.” “you’re welcome.” conversations ended there. nothing more, nothing less. it felt ridiculous considering you once knew everything about each other. eventually, the awkwardness evolved into sarcasm. one afternoon, you accidentally arrived five minutes late for a meeting. jay glanced at his watch. “wow.” you frowned. “what?” “you actually made it.” you narrowed your eyes. “i hate working with you.” “good.” “glad we’re on the same page.” despite the words, neither of you sounded truly angry. if anything, it felt familiar. dangerously familiar. days turned into weeks, meetings became routine—and somehow, spending so much time together only made things harder. because every small thing reminded you of the past. the way jay still preferred black coffee, the way he tapped his pen against the table whenever he was thinking, and the way he unconsciously pushed food toward whoever was sitting beside him whenever there was extra. sometimes you found yourself staring for a second too long—remembering. back then, jay had been gentle. so gentle that you often took it for granted. he always carried your bags when they looked too heavy, he always walked closest to traffic, and he always remembered when you were stressed, tired, or upset even before you said anything. which was why pretending you felt nothing now was becoming increasingly difficult. for him too, though he’d never admit it. one morning, you arrived at the office earlier than usual. still half asleep, you carried a freshly bought cup of coffee while juggling your phone and several documents. a terrible combination. before you could even sit down, your elbow accidentally bumped the edge of a desk. the coffee spilled immediately. hot liquid splashed across your hand. pain shot through your skin. you gasped. the cup hit the floor. everything happened so quickly that several employees turned around. before you could react, someone was already beside you. jay. his chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood. “are you okay?” (comsec++) #enhypenpov #enhypen #jay #jayenhypen #fyp - @jayaein_