pov: You’ve grown tired of love. Many have tried to win your heart, but no one ever succeeded. Right now, all you're focused on is work. Life hasn’t been easy for you. Lately, you’ve been struggling to find a stable job. So when you saw a job posting for a personal assistant to the CEO of a well-known company—offering a very good salary—you didn’t think twice. You were qualified, educated, and fit the role perfectly. So you applied, hoping this time something would finally work out. Days passed without any response from the agency. You began to lose hope and started looking for other job openings. But just as you were about to move on, your phone rang. It was them—and you got the job. You prepared everything for your first day, making sure to look your best. You stood in front of the CEO’s office, heart pounding, hands slightly trembling. You knocked. A few seconds later, you heard the CEO’s voice telling you to come in. As you stepped inside, you saw him sitting behind his desk, eyes immediately locking with yours. He smirked. Your brows furrowed. It was Lee Heeseung. You knew him and you never wanted to see him again. And now, he's your boss. The urge to walk away was strong. But this job—this opportunity—was too valuable to let go. Jobs like this don’t come easy, and you needed the money badly. “Welcome, Ms. Y/n,” he said. You didn’t respond. You just stared at him, cold and angry. “What’s wrong? Do you have a problem with me?” he asked, amused. “No, Sir. I’m sorry,” you said, forcing a fake smile. “It’s okay. You’ve been oriented, so you know the rules. As my personal assistant, I need you available 24/7. You’ll need to respond right away whenever I need you.” “Yes, Sir.” “Go home and pack your things,” he added. You blinked in confusion. “Sir?” “Isn’t it obvious? I need you 24/7 so you need to move into my house. Or do you not want the job?” You quickly responded, not wanting to lose this chance. “Yes, Sir. I’ll go home now.” As you traveled home, regret started to settle in. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the arrangement. You were angry—angry at him and angry at yourself for saying yes. But you reminded yourself why you agreed: the salary. It was worth the discomfort. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You moved in and officially started working. But it didn’t take long before Heeseung began flirting with you. This was what you hated the most about him—his playful charm, the way he easily flirted with women. He was still the same. A womanizer. But you weren’t like other women. No matter what he did, you were determined not to fall for him again. Not after what he did to you. Yes, Lee Heeseung was your ex-boyfriend. And yes, you still hated him—for what he did, for breaking your heart, and for being the reason why you no longer trusted men. You broke up with him after seeing him with another woman. You never forgot the pain. And now, it confused you even more—why would he hire you, of all people? What was he trying to do? At first, you were confident that you wouldn’t be affected. That you could ignore him and do your job. But lately, whenever he came too close, you found yourself getting nervous. You hated that feeling. You tried your best not to show it. Today, you were in his office, busy looking for a file on one of his shelves. You finally saw it, but it was placed too high. You tried reaching for it, tiptoeing, stretching your arms—but it was just out of reach. Suddenly, a voice whispered behind you, close to your ear. “Too high?” His breath brushed against your skin, warm and teasing. Startled, you turned around quickly and pushed him away. “Woah,” Heeseung said, surprised by your reflex. He smirked again and casually reached for the file, easily grabbing it because of his height. +(comsec) #heeseung #heeseungpov #pov #enhypen #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #fyp - @enhaluvsaira