ENHYPEN

𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | LHS

ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈

The dim glow of the streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement as you stood outside the café, the cool night air biting at your skin. Heeseung was late again, but you were used to it by now. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, watching the steam rise from your coffee cup as it grew colder, much like the man you were waiting for. It had been months since the two of you started this strange dance—seeing each other but never truly connecting. Heeseung was distant, his words sharp, his gaze detached. Yet, somehow, you had convinced yourself there was something worth holding onto, something beneath that cold exterior that still made you hope. The sound of footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. 

You looked up to see Heeseung walking toward you, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, his face expressionless. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes briefly meeting yours before glancing away as if the sight of you wasn't worth the effort.

"You're late," you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady. He shrugged, not even bothering to apologize. "I had things to do." You bit your lip, forcing down the disappointment that had become familiar. "Heeseung, we need to talk." His eyes flicked toward you, a hint of irritation in them. "About what?" You inhaled deeply, gathering the courage to say what had been weighing on you for weeks. 

"About us. About how you've been treating me." A faint scoff escaped his lips, and he leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed.

"What is there to talk about? I thought we were... having fun." The words stung more than you cared to admit. "Fun? Is that what this is to you?" Heeseung's eyes were cold, devoid of the warmth you used to imagine he was capable of. "What else would it be?" You swallowed hard, your throat tight to hold back tears. "I thought maybe... maybe we could be something more." For the briefest moment, something flashed in his eyes—regret, doubt, you weren't sure—but it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the same detached indifference he always wore around you. "You were wrong," he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. "I'm not the person you think I am." The weight of his words hung between you, crushing any hope you had left. You had given him everything—your time, your heart, your vulnerability—and he had only given you distance in return. He wasn't cruel, not in the obvious way. His cruelty lay in his indifference, in the way he could break your heart without even caring that he was doing it. "I know," you whispered, your voice trembling. "But I thought that maybe... the timing was right. That we were meant to be." Heeseung's gaze softened for a split second before hardening again, and he pushed himself off the wall. "Timing has nothing to do with it. Even if it was the right time... I'm still the wrong person." The finality of his words hit you like a wave, and you nodded, the tears you had been holding back threatening to spill over. You had known all along, hadn't you? Known that Heeseung would never be the person you needed, who would love you how you wanted to be loved. But you had convinced yourself that with time, he would change. That you could be enough for him. But now, standing here in the cold night air, you realize that you weren't. You never were.

"I guess that's it then," you murmured, your voice barely audible. Heeseung's expression didn't change, but you could see the slightest flicker of something in his eyes—something that almost made you believe he cared. Almost. "Yeah," he said quietly. "That's it." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving you with your cooling coffee and a heart that felt too heavy to carry. You watched him disappear into the night, the sound of his footsteps fading until all that was left was silence. You stood there for a long time, staring at where he had been, wondering how long it would take for the ache in your chest to go away.