pov: “you know you could have asked me to fetch you,” sunghoon whispers, unable to meet your gaze. “i know you’re busy and—” “busy enough that you couldn’t call me?” you blinked at him. “sunghoon, that’s not what i meant.” he nodded, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “it’s fine. your boss was available, anyway.” oh. you finally understood. “wait. are you jealous?” “what? no.” “sunghoon.” “i said no.” he picked up his phone and walked toward the bedroom, leaving you standing in the living room with your mouth hanging open. you followed him. “baby, listen to me.” “i’m listening.” “then look at me!” he turned around, raising his eyebrows. you immediately softened. “please?” his expression faltered, but he still crossed his arms. you sighed. “my boss drove me home because we had to finish a project late, and he happened to be heading in the same direction. that’s all that happened.” “you could’ve texted me.” “i know, and i’m sorry. i didn’t think you’d want to drive all the way there when you had work early tomorrow.” sunghoon looked away. “i would’ve gone.” the quiet certainty in his voice made your heart ache. you stepped closer. “i know you would’ve.” “then why didn’t you ask?” you hesitated before answering honestly. “because sometimes, i feel bad asking you for things. you’re always doing something for me, and i don’t want you to feel like you have to drop everything whenever i need help.” his shoulders relaxed slightly. “you don’t have to protect me from being inconvenienced,” he murmured. you looked up at him. “i just want to make things easier for you.” sunghoon let out a small sigh and finally met your gaze. “and i want to be the person you call when things get difficult. even if i’m busy. even if it’s late. you don’t have to handle everything alone just because you think i’m tired.” you felt your cheeks warm. “you’re making me feel bad.” “i’m not trying to.” he reached for your hand. “i just got jealous, okay?” you stared at him... then you burst out laughing. he immediately let go of your hand. “wow. okay.” “no, wait!” you grabbed his arm, still giggling. “you’re jealous because my boss drove me home?” “i’m glad you’re finding this funny.” “my boyfriend is jealous!” “your boyfriend is reconsidering his relationship choices.” you laughed harder, wrapping your arms around his waist. “you’re so cute.” “don’t call me cute when i’m suffering.” you lifted your head. “would you prefer handsome?” “yes.” “my handsome, jealous baby?” he groaned, hiding his face against your shoulder. “i’m breaking up with you.” “no, you’re not.” “unfortunately, you’re right.” you kissed his cheek, and he finally smiled. but just as you pulled away, he asked, “did he at least help you carry your bag?” you stared at him. “sunghoon!” “i’m just asking!” “you’re impossible!” he laughed, pulling you into his arms before you could escape. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. “i trust you. i just wish you’d remember that i’m here, too.” your teasing smile softened. “i will. next time, i’ll call you.” “promise?” “promise.” he held out his pinky, looking so serious that you couldn’t resist laughing again. you hooked yours around his. “there. happy?” “very.” you leaned up and kissed him, catching him off guard. when you pulled away, his ears were red. “what was that for?” he asked. “for being my favorite person to call.” his smile returned, brighter this time. “good. because i’m keeping that position.” you rested your head against his chest while he wrapped his arms around you. and just when you thought the conversation was finally over, he whispered, “but seriously, if your boss drives you home again—” you smacked his chest. “go to sleep, sunghoon!” he burst out laughing, pulling you closer. “okay, okay! goodnight, baby.” and for the rest of the evening, he never let go of your hand. #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #sunghoonenhypen #fyp - @jayaein_