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this is so tuff holy
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my love😌
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I swear this is laure
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pov: jungwon is helping you move on from your ex. he knows how hurt you are, so he stays by your side through it all—the quiet mornings when you don’t want to get out of bed, the nights when your chest feels too heavy to breathe. he never pushes you to talk, but somehow, his presence alone makes the silence feel softer. one afternoon, he shows up at your door with your favorite drink and a small bag of snacks. “you haven’t eaten yet, right?” he says, trying to sound casual, but you can hear the worry tucked in his voice. you laugh weakly. “you’re starting to sound like my mom.” “good,” he grins. “someone’s gotta take care of you.” the two of you end up sitting at the park where you used to go with your ex, only this time, the air feels different—lighter. jungwon listens as you talk, not just about your heartbreak, but about your fears, your hopes, the little things that make you you. and when you tear up mid-sentence, he reaches out and gently wipes the corner of your eye. “you know,” he says quietly, “it’s okay to miss what’s gone. but don’t forget—you still have so much ahead of you.” after that day, it becomes a routine. late-night walks when you can’t sleep. playlists he makes just for you. random doodles he sends during class because he says “you looked sad this morning.” and slowly—almost without realizing it—you start to laugh again. then one evening, jungwon texts you. jungwon: 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘭𝘪𝘣? you: 𝘯𝘰… 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. jungwon: 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. you: 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘸𝘩𝘺? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘴. jungwon: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦… 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. you: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. jungwon: 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 8 𝘱.𝘮., 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺? 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦. you roll your eyes, but deep down, there’s a flutter of something that feels like excitement. when he shows up that night, he looks effortlessly good—simple black shirt, sleeves rolled, hair styled just enough to make your heart skip. you stare for a second before catching yourself. “you clean up well,” you joke, grabbing your jacket. “so do you,” he says, smiling softly. “ready?” club lib is buzzing with music and energy, the kind of place you used to avoid—flashing lights, bodies swaying, laughter spilling into every corner. jungwon stays close as you walk in, his hand brushing yours every few seconds just to make sure you’re not lost in the crowd. “you okay?” he shouts over the music. “yeah!” you shout back, smiling—and maybe it’s the atmosphere or the way he’s looking at you, but for the first time in months, you actually mean it. he brings you to a group of his friends, introducing you one by one, making sure you never feel left out. everyone’s friendly, warm—and then, someone catches your attention. a guy from jungwon’s circle, tall, easygoing, with a smile that feels comfortable. he starts talking to you—small talk at first, then deeper things. you find yourself laughing, leaning in to hear him better.  jungwon watches from a few feet away, pretending to be occupied with his drink, but every time you laugh, something in him twists. you look happy. genuinely happy. and it should make him feel relieved—but it doesn’t. he watches as the guy touches your arm lightly when he says something funny, and jungwon’s jaw tightens. he tells himself it’s nothing—this was the goal, wasn’t it? for you to meet new people, move on, start over. but the longer he watches, the more he realizes: he doesn’t want to be the one helping you move on. he wants to be the one you move toward. later, when you go to the bar to grab a drink, you spot jungwon sitting alone, staring down at his glass. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jungwon #enhypenjungwon #fyp
pov: jungwon is helping you move on from your ex. he knows how hurt you are, so he stays by your side through it all—the quiet mornings when you don’t want to get out of bed, the nights when your chest feels too heavy to breathe. he never pushes you to talk, but somehow, his presence alone makes the silence feel softer. one afternoon, he shows up at your door with your favorite drink and a small bag of snacks. “you haven’t eaten yet, right?” he says, trying to sound casual, but you can hear the worry tucked in his voice. you laugh weakly. “you’re starting to sound like my mom.” “good,” he grins. “someone’s gotta take care of you.” the two of you end up sitting at the park where you used to go with your ex, only this time, the air feels different—lighter. jungwon listens as you talk, not just about your heartbreak, but about your fears, your hopes, the little things that make you you. and when you tear up mid-sentence, he reaches out and gently wipes the corner of your eye. “you know,” he says quietly, “it’s okay to miss what’s gone. but don’t forget—you still have so much ahead of you.” after that day, it becomes a routine. late-night walks when you can’t sleep. playlists he makes just for you. random doodles he sends during class because he says “you looked sad this morning.” and slowly—almost without realizing it—you start to laugh again. then one evening, jungwon texts you. jungwon: 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘭𝘪𝘣? you: 𝘯𝘰… 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. jungwon: 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. you: 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘸𝘩𝘺? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘴. jungwon: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦… 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. you: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. jungwon: 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 8 𝘱.𝘮., 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺? 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦. you roll your eyes, but deep down, there’s a flutter of something that feels like excitement. when he shows up that night, he looks effortlessly good—simple black shirt, sleeves rolled, hair styled just enough to make your heart skip. you stare for a second before catching yourself. “you clean up well,” you joke, grabbing your jacket. “so do you,” he says, smiling softly. “ready?” club lib is buzzing with music and energy, the kind of place you used to avoid—flashing lights, bodies swaying, laughter spilling into every corner. jungwon stays close as you walk in, his hand brushing yours every few seconds just to make sure you’re not lost in the crowd. “you okay?” he shouts over the music. “yeah!” you shout back, smiling—and maybe it’s the atmosphere or the way he’s looking at you, but for the first time in months, you actually mean it. he brings you to a group of his friends, introducing you one by one, making sure you never feel left out. everyone’s friendly, warm—and then, someone catches your attention. a guy from jungwon’s circle, tall, easygoing, with a smile that feels comfortable. he starts talking to you—small talk at first, then deeper things. you find yourself laughing, leaning in to hear him better. jungwon watches from a few feet away, pretending to be occupied with his drink, but every time you laugh, something in him twists. you look happy. genuinely happy. and it should make him feel relieved—but it doesn’t. he watches as the guy touches your arm lightly when he says something funny, and jungwon’s jaw tightens. he tells himself it’s nothing—this was the goal, wasn’t it? for you to meet new people, move on, start over. but the longer he watches, the more he realizes: he doesn’t want to be the one helping you move on. he wants to be the one you move toward. later, when you go to the bar to grab a drink, you spot jungwon sitting alone, staring down at his glass. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jungwon #enhypenjungwon #fyp

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