@jayaein_: pov: you hated heeseung. and unfortunately, the feeling seemed mutual. every morning at school somehow started with an argument between the two of you. “you’re blocking the hallway.” “it’s a hallway. people stand here.” “well, move.” “make me.” your friends had already stopped trying to separate you. because somehow the two of you argued about absolutely everything. one time you argued for twenty minutes about whether cereal or milk should go first. it was ridiculous. the worst part? heeseung was popular. captain of the soccer team and student council president with good grades and good looks. everyone liked him. which annoyed you even more. meanwhile, your life couldn’t have been more different. after your father remarried, everything changed. your stepmother wasn’t cruel enough for people to notice, but she always found ways to make your life difficult. while your stepsisters spent their afternoons hanging out with friends, you were expected to help around the house, run errands, and somehow still keep your grades up. most days felt exhausting. so every night, you escaped online. there was one person you always talked to. someone you met in an anonymous school forum months ago. you didn’t know his name or what he looked like. all you knew was that talking to him felt easy. he listened and understood. and somehow he always knew how to make you smile. eventually, the messages became the best part of your day. especially when life felt overwhelming. one night, after ranting about heeseung for nearly ten minutes, you received a reply. “maybe he’s not as bad as you think.” you immediately rolled your eyes. “trust me. he is.” meanwhile, miles away, heeseung laughed at his phone. because he knew exactly who you were talking about. he just didn’t know it was you. because the truth was—he was the anonymous person. the same person you texted every night. the same person slowly falling for you. without realizing you were the girl who constantly argued with him at school. months passed, the messages continued, and the feelings grew. eventually, your anonymous friend suggested meeting. just once. at the school’s masquerade dance. no names and no expectations—just one dance. you agreed. the night of the dance arrived faster than expected. when you finally arrived, the gymnasium looked beautiful. lights covered the ceiling, music echoed through the room, and everyone wore masks. for a while, you stood near the entrance wondering if this was a mistake. then someone appeared beside you. “waiting for someone?” the voice sounded familiar. you looked up. the mask covered most of his face. but his smile felt oddly familiar. “maybe.” he laughed softly. “me too.” what started as a simple conversation somehow turned into hours. you danced, talked, and laughed. and for the first time, everything felt easy. you didn’t want the night to end. neither did he. but eventually your phone rang. your stepmother. panic immediately filled your chest. you had completely lost track of time. “i have to go.” “what?” “i really have to go.” before he could stop you, you were already running toward the exit. “wait!” you turned briefly. just long enough to smile, then disappeared. you left him standing there alone. the next day, neither of you stopped thinking about it. at school, however, everything went back to normal. or at least, you tried. until lunch. when you accidentally dropped your notebook. papers scattered everywhere. you groaned. before you could pick them up, someone knelt beside you. heeseung. both of you froze. because among the papers was a note. “i think the best connections happen when two people fall in love with each other’s minds before their faces.” one you had only ever sent to your anonymous friend. your heart stopped. heeseung’s did too slowly. you looked at him and he looked at you. complete silence. then— “no way.” “no way.” (comsec++) base on a movie. can u guess? #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp

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