Sunghoon || Enemies to Lovers

Brought The Heat Back

Sunghoon peeled back the Enhypen poster from the door of my dorm room. The glossy magazine paper crinkled taunting me. It was so close to tearing the way he was pulling at it. "Can you be more careful with that?"

"It's not going to tear," he said, reading my mind. He knew exactly what I was thinking and was trying his best to get a reaction out of me. I couldn't help but fall for it. More than keeping my composer, I just wanted to make sure the poster lasted the move from my dorm back home for the Summer holidays. Asking Sunghoon to help do the heavy lifting was the worst idea I had all year.

He looked over his shoulder at me, thick fingers pinching the corner of the poster where his gleaming face stared back at him. "I mean, you have to admit that it's weird to have a poster of me on your door."

"It's not a poster of you. It's a poster of Enhypen, you just so happen to be in the group," I insisted. This was more embarrassing than I anticipated. I should have taken the poster down before he came over to my dorm. He was never going to let me live this down. "And don't fucking pull at it like that."

"Seriously, it's not going to tear. Stop stressing!" Sunghoon returned to ripping the poster off of my door. I stopped watching him and walked across the room to check the boxes we'd packed thus far. I stuffed my pyjamas into the box labelled Clothes in thick black marker along the front. The handwriting was slanted and in a perfectly straight line. Sunghoon always judged me for taking the time to write neatly. But that was kind of my only skill. I wasn't a talented K-pop idol who sang and danced and discovered a new talent of his every other day. I was just smart and I had a pretty handwriting. Those are the kinds of things that made me happy. Although I had to admit, I envied Sunghoon for his many talents. I guess we all can't be extraordinary.

Sunghoon pulled down the corner of the poster and it tore clean through Jay's beautiful face. I froze. Blood rushed to my ears as if I were being submerged in the deep blue. I choked out a breath I didn't know I was holding, "Sunghoon."

His face fell. "Wait, no! I didn't mean to do that. Seriously."

I covered my mouth with a trembling hand. "Oh my God. Oh my God! Oh my God!"

Sunghoon ripped himself away from the poster. He resembled someone who had stood too close to a bonfire and was only now realizing they were burning from the heat of the flames.

"I'm going to kill you," I gasped, grabbing at my chest. My head felt like it was sliding off of my neck. I knew he would tear it, I don't know why I trusted him with the poster to begin with. Sunghoon was many things, but he wasn't very delicate. He wasn't very careful. Despite what his angelic features would suggest.

He held his hands up in surrender. As if that would help him now. I was already envisioning the many ways I would remove his skin from his body and then hang it to dry in the Sun so I had a token to prove that I was the one responsible for his demise. I'd never forgive him.

"Wait, I said I was sorry," he insisted.

"That doesn't change anything. How will that fix my poster?" I argued.

"I can literally just get you a new one," he said.

I saw red. "That's not the point. It's the fact that I knew you were going to tear it, but I left you to do it anyway. You meant to do that. You said it yourself: It's weird to have a poster of you on my wall. Right?"

"You can't seriously think that..." His hands dropped to his sides, defeated. "Why would I intentionally try to destroy something you care about?"

"Because I hate you?" I offered. "Because you hate me. I was stupid for thinking things would change when I moved to college. You're still the same old Sunghoon I met when we were teenagers."