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emmaa :
i like the sound and you lol
2026-08-06 14:51:41
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insane bro 👍🏻🙏🏻
2026-08-06 15:26:23
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holyyyy now that is just amazing
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pov: sunghoon married you for convenience. he needed to find a wife in order to inherit his father’s company. you, on the other hand, didn’t really have a choice. your parents told you it was for the best. stability. security. a good future. you were young, obedient, and tired of fighting battles you never seemed to win. so you agreed—quietly, painfully—and convinced yourself that this was just how life worked sometimes. the wedding was grand. too grand. flowers everywhere. cameras flashing. guests whispering about how perfect you looked together. sunghoon stood beside you, calm and composed, his hand steady on yours. anyone looking at you would think it was a love story—two people madly in love, finally tying the knot. but the truth was simpler and sadder. you were strangers living under the same roof. the first weeks were awkward. polite. distant. you slept in separate rooms, spoke only when necessary, and treated each other like careful roommates. there were no arguments, no cold words—just silence. yet even in that silence, sunghoon was kind. he never raised his voice. never made you feel like an obligation. he remembered how you took your coffee, left meals for you when he knew you’d be home late, and made sure you always felt safe. when you forgot your coat, it would be waiting for you by the door. when you had a bad day, he didn’t pry—he simply sat nearby, offering quiet company. sometimes, he’d ask, “did you eat?” sometimes, “are you tired?” small things. gentle things. and that was what made it dangerous. you started noticing him in ways you shouldn’t have. how he loosened his tie when he got home. how his voice softened when he said your name. how he always made sure to walk on the side closer to the road when you went out together, even if it was just for show. you told yourself it was nothing. but one night, as you lay awake staring at the ceiling, the truth hit you hard. you were falling for him. and that terrified you. this wasn’t supposed to happen. this marriage wasn’t built on love. you weren’t supposed to give your heart to someone you married out of obligation. you were supposed to live your life, make your own mistakes, fall in love on your own terms—not slowly unravel beside someone who was never meant to be yours like this. so you did something reckless. one night, you told yourself you’d go out. just once. you dressed up, slipped out quietly, and went to a party with friends—music loud, lights blinding, people laughing like nothing in the world could hurt them. but no matter how loud the music got, all you could think about was sunghoon. whether he’d eaten. whether he noticed you were gone. whether he was sitting alone in that quiet house you now shared. the guilt settled heavy in your chest. when you finally got home, unsteady from alcohol and emotions you didn’t know how to control, the lights were still on. sunghoon was waiting. he stood up the moment he saw you, worry flashing across his face. “where did you go?” you avoided his eyes, slipping off your shoes. “out.” “out where?” he asked gently, but firmly. “does it matter?” you muttered, the alcohol loosening your tongue, your heart aching too much to stay quiet anymore. “this… whatever this is—it’s wrong.” he froze. “what are you saying?” you laughed softly, bitterly. “let’s end this.” the words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. sunghoon stepped closer, his voice low but steady. “you don’t mean that.” “i do,” you said, though your eyes betrayed you. “i’m falling for you, and i shouldn’t be. this isn’t how my life was supposed to be.” before you could step back, he reached out, holding you—firm but careful, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. “you can’t leave me,” he said quietly. “i’m your husband after all.” your breath hitched. then his tone softened, all the walls he’d kept up finally cracking. “and i don’t want this to be fake anymore.” (comsec++) this is reposted 💓 #enhypenpov #enhypen #sunghoon #sunghoonenhypen #fyp
pov: sunghoon married you for convenience. he needed to find a wife in order to inherit his father’s company. you, on the other hand, didn’t really have a choice. your parents told you it was for the best. stability. security. a good future. you were young, obedient, and tired of fighting battles you never seemed to win. so you agreed—quietly, painfully—and convinced yourself that this was just how life worked sometimes. the wedding was grand. too grand. flowers everywhere. cameras flashing. guests whispering about how perfect you looked together. sunghoon stood beside you, calm and composed, his hand steady on yours. anyone looking at you would think it was a love story—two people madly in love, finally tying the knot. but the truth was simpler and sadder. you were strangers living under the same roof. the first weeks were awkward. polite. distant. you slept in separate rooms, spoke only when necessary, and treated each other like careful roommates. there were no arguments, no cold words—just silence. yet even in that silence, sunghoon was kind. he never raised his voice. never made you feel like an obligation. he remembered how you took your coffee, left meals for you when he knew you’d be home late, and made sure you always felt safe. when you forgot your coat, it would be waiting for you by the door. when you had a bad day, he didn’t pry—he simply sat nearby, offering quiet company. sometimes, he’d ask, “did you eat?” sometimes, “are you tired?” small things. gentle things. and that was what made it dangerous. you started noticing him in ways you shouldn’t have. how he loosened his tie when he got home. how his voice softened when he said your name. how he always made sure to walk on the side closer to the road when you went out together, even if it was just for show. you told yourself it was nothing. but one night, as you lay awake staring at the ceiling, the truth hit you hard. you were falling for him. and that terrified you. this wasn’t supposed to happen. this marriage wasn’t built on love. you weren’t supposed to give your heart to someone you married out of obligation. you were supposed to live your life, make your own mistakes, fall in love on your own terms—not slowly unravel beside someone who was never meant to be yours like this. so you did something reckless. one night, you told yourself you’d go out. just once. you dressed up, slipped out quietly, and went to a party with friends—music loud, lights blinding, people laughing like nothing in the world could hurt them. but no matter how loud the music got, all you could think about was sunghoon. whether he’d eaten. whether he noticed you were gone. whether he was sitting alone in that quiet house you now shared. the guilt settled heavy in your chest. when you finally got home, unsteady from alcohol and emotions you didn’t know how to control, the lights were still on. sunghoon was waiting. he stood up the moment he saw you, worry flashing across his face. “where did you go?” you avoided his eyes, slipping off your shoes. “out.” “out where?” he asked gently, but firmly. “does it matter?” you muttered, the alcohol loosening your tongue, your heart aching too much to stay quiet anymore. “this… whatever this is—it’s wrong.” he froze. “what are you saying?” you laughed softly, bitterly. “let’s end this.” the words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. sunghoon stepped closer, his voice low but steady. “you don’t mean that.” “i do,” you said, though your eyes betrayed you. “i’m falling for you, and i shouldn’t be. this isn’t how my life was supposed to be.” before you could step back, he reached out, holding you—firm but careful, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. “you can’t leave me,” he said quietly. “i’m your husband after all.” your breath hitched. then his tone softened, all the walls he’d kept up finally cracking. “and i don’t want this to be fake anymore.” (comsec++) this is reposted 💓 #enhypenpov #enhypen #sunghoon #sunghoonenhypen #fyp
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