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pov: you kissed heeseung in your dreams. that was the first thing that hit you the moment you woke up. your head throbbed lightly, the kind of ache that reminded you you’d had a little too much to drink the night before. sunlight slipped through the curtains, too bright, too real. you squeezed your eyes shut, pressing a hand to your forehead. the dream replayed anyway. the way his eyes looked when you leaned in. the warmth of his hand over yours. the softness of his lips against yours, hesitant but real. too real. you sat up abruptly. “it was just a dream,” you muttered, more to convince yourself than anything else. dreams didn’t feel like that. but you didn’t let yourself think too deeply about it. you couldn’t. the idea that it might’ve been real made your heart race in a way that scared you. after your birthday, life went back to normal—or at least it was supposed to. your first day back at school, you told yourself to act natural. you told yourself you wouldn’t think about him. you told yourself you’d laugh about it one day. the moment you turned the corner near the school entrance, all of that fell apart. heeseung was there. leaning casually against the wall, backpack slung over one shoulder, already looking straight at you like he’d been waiting. your steps faltered for half a second before instinct kicked in. you looked away. your face heated up instantly, and you focused very hard on the floor as you walked past him, pretending you hadn’t noticed. your heart was beating way too fast for eight in the morning. “hey—” he started. “i’m late,” you blurted out, not even looking at him as you sped up. you didn’t slow down until you were safely inside your classroom. the rest of the day was torture. every time you remembered the kiss, your cheeks burned. every time you wondered if it really was just a dream, your stomach twisted. during breaks, you kept busy on purpose—talking to friends, pretending to be invested in your phone, volunteering to help a teacher with something that absolutely could’ve waited. heeseung tried anyway. during the first break, he walked up to you near the lockers. “can we talk for a second?” “i promised my friend i’d walk with her,” you said quickly, pointing vaguely before slipping away. lunch time, he sat down across from you. “you’ve been avoiding me.” you grabbed your tray. “i forgot i had to submit something,” you said, already standing up. by the end of the day, you were exhausted from running. after your last class, you stood outside the school gate, waiting for a taxi. the sky was starting to dim, the air cooler now. you hugged your bag close to your chest, staring down the road and hoping—irrationally—that he wouldn’t show up. a car pulled up in front of you instead. you looked up. heeseung rolled the window down. “get in.” you shook your head immediately. “no. i’m fine.” “it’s getting late.” “i said no.” he stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him. “you can keep waiting for a taxi, or i can drive you home. either way, we’re talking.” you frowned. “i don’t want to.” “i know,” he said calmly. “that’s the problem.” you opened your mouth to argue, but the road stayed empty. no taxis. no easy escape. with a frustrated sigh, you walked to the passenger side and got in. the drive was quiet at first. heeseung didn’t push. he talked about small things—classes, teachers, random complaints about traffic. you answered politely, carefully, like you were walking on thin ice. you almost relaxed. almost. for a moment, it almost felt normal. then he spoke again. “about that night.” your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag. “what about it?” “you kissed me.” you laughed nervously. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he glanced at you. “don’t do that.” “do what?” “pretend it didn’t happen.
pov: you kissed heeseung in your dreams. that was the first thing that hit you the moment you woke up. your head throbbed lightly, the kind of ache that reminded you you’d had a little too much to drink the night before. sunlight slipped through the curtains, too bright, too real. you squeezed your eyes shut, pressing a hand to your forehead. the dream replayed anyway. the way his eyes looked when you leaned in. the warmth of his hand over yours. the softness of his lips against yours, hesitant but real. too real. you sat up abruptly. “it was just a dream,” you muttered, more to convince yourself than anything else. dreams didn’t feel like that. but you didn’t let yourself think too deeply about it. you couldn’t. the idea that it might’ve been real made your heart race in a way that scared you. after your birthday, life went back to normal—or at least it was supposed to. your first day back at school, you told yourself to act natural. you told yourself you wouldn’t think about him. you told yourself you’d laugh about it one day. the moment you turned the corner near the school entrance, all of that fell apart. heeseung was there. leaning casually against the wall, backpack slung over one shoulder, already looking straight at you like he’d been waiting. your steps faltered for half a second before instinct kicked in. you looked away. your face heated up instantly, and you focused very hard on the floor as you walked past him, pretending you hadn’t noticed. your heart was beating way too fast for eight in the morning. “hey—” he started. “i’m late,” you blurted out, not even looking at him as you sped up. you didn’t slow down until you were safely inside your classroom. the rest of the day was torture. every time you remembered the kiss, your cheeks burned. every time you wondered if it really was just a dream, your stomach twisted. during breaks, you kept busy on purpose—talking to friends, pretending to be invested in your phone, volunteering to help a teacher with something that absolutely could’ve waited. heeseung tried anyway. during the first break, he walked up to you near the lockers. “can we talk for a second?” “i promised my friend i’d walk with her,” you said quickly, pointing vaguely before slipping away. lunch time, he sat down across from you. “you’ve been avoiding me.” you grabbed your tray. “i forgot i had to submit something,” you said, already standing up. by the end of the day, you were exhausted from running. after your last class, you stood outside the school gate, waiting for a taxi. the sky was starting to dim, the air cooler now. you hugged your bag close to your chest, staring down the road and hoping—irrationally—that he wouldn’t show up. a car pulled up in front of you instead. you looked up. heeseung rolled the window down. “get in.” you shook your head immediately. “no. i’m fine.” “it’s getting late.” “i said no.” he stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him. “you can keep waiting for a taxi, or i can drive you home. either way, we’re talking.” you frowned. “i don’t want to.” “i know,” he said calmly. “that’s the problem.” you opened your mouth to argue, but the road stayed empty. no taxis. no easy escape. with a frustrated sigh, you walked to the passenger side and got in. the drive was quiet at first. heeseung didn’t push. he talked about small things—classes, teachers, random complaints about traffic. you answered politely, carefully, like you were walking on thin ice. you almost relaxed. almost. for a moment, it almost felt normal. then he spoke again. “about that night.” your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag. “what about it?” “you kissed me.” you laughed nervously. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he glanced at you. “don’t do that.” “do what?” “pretend it didn’t happen." (comsec++) 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘜𝘚 𝘗𝘖𝘝 #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp
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