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pov: you and jay used to be inseparable. always glued to each other, and he could not be seen with anyone without you by his side as you clung to his arms. in people's eyes and minds, you two are in a relationship. it might seem like that, but everything is actually far from it—especially the feelings you have for each other. he once told you that he sees you as a home. not in the romantic, earth-shattering kind of way—but in the comforting sense, like a soft blanket on a cold day or a familiar song playing in the background of a quiet evening. “you’re just… always there,” he had said once, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, voice low. “like, if everything else disappeared, you’d still be here. that means something, right?” and it did. it meant everything and nothing at the same time. because while you clung to his arm in public and he let you, even liked it—there was always a line. an unspoken boundary. one you were never supposed to cross. he never kissed you. never held your hand with intention. but he always looked at you like it was something more. so yeah, to everyone else, you were already his. but you knew the truth. you never wanted to cross the boundaries you had, but in your mind, you already did because you fell for him. the bond that used to be inseparable became distant. and that was the best choice that you thought. you told him, “i need space, jay.” you didn’t expect him to say anything back—not really. you’d rehearsed the line a hundred times in your head, imagining different versions of how he might react: anger, confusion, maybe even relief. but he just blinked at you, brows knitting together in the way they always did when he was trying to figure something out. “space?” he repeated, like it was a foreign word. you gave a short nod, keeping your voice calm. controlled. “yeah. i’ve been too caught up in us—i need to focus.” “what do you mean focus? you can always focus when you're with me. you're used to it,” he protested. “don’t make this harder than it has to be, jay. i just need time. for me,” you replied. his lips parted like he wanted to protest, but you cut him off. “please...” and just like that, he did what you asked him. you buried yourself in everything else—assignments, part-time shifts, student org work, anything that kept you busy enough not to think about him. you started leaving class early, slipping out of rooms before he could catch up. you stopped replying to his late-night texts. you needed to breathe without him taking up every corner of your lungs. so when class ended late that thursday night, and your phone had died, you waited outside the campus gates for a taxi. the night was cool, breeze brushing past your skin, and the streets were quieter than usual. then a voice broke the stillness. “you’re not with your boyfriend tonight?” you turned, brows pulling together. a guy—tall, unfamiliar, maybe someone from your psych elective—stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, giving you a half-smile. “boyfriend?” you echoed. “yeah. jay—the tall guy with the sharp jawline. always walking you home like some protective prince or something.” your chest tightened. “we’re not together,” you said, voice lower than you’d intended. the guy’s smile faded slightly, his brows lifting. “what? you two broke up?” you shook your head. “we were never in a relationship.” it hurt to say it out loud. every syllable was like swallowing glass. he hesitated, then took a step closer. “so… does that mean you’re single?” you opened your mouth—unsure whether to dodge or shut it down completely—but you didn’t get the chance. “she’s not interested.” the voice came from behind you. steady. cold. you turned and saw him. jay. he was standing there, hands clenched at his sides, jaw tight like he was holding himself back. his eyes didn’t leave the guy’s face, but you could feel the tension rolling off him like a storm about to hit. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jay #enhypenjay #fyp
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