ENHYPEN

𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐬 | JUNGWON

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

The moon hung low in the sky, casting shadows across Jungwon's bedroom as he lay awake, surrounded by remnants of a life that felt like a distant memory. The soft hum of silence filled the room, and he couldn't shake the weight of unanswered questions pressing down on his chest. "All I want to know" echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of his last conversation with you. Your things lingered around him—sweaters, notes, and the echoes of laughter that once danced through the air. He found himself tracing the edges of a drawing you had made, wondering when exactly you had decided to walk away. Did you feel it—the moment your heart shifted? Did you regret leaving, or was it easier to move on?

The clock ticked, marking the hours he spent alone, each second deepening the ache of your absence. He reached for his phone, only to find that the notifications were from group chats filled with friends who hadn't yet sensed the emptiness he was drowning in. He couldn't bring himself to reply; it all felt pointless now. The prospect of a party waiting for him felt suffocating, and he remembered the nights you both had chosen to stay in instead—"sleepover" nights filled with late-night snacks and laughter that echoed through the walls like a warm embrace. Those moments were sacred, untouched by the outside world. In those small hours, he felt truly alive, sharing secrets and jokes until dawn broke. Now, all he had was the chill of the space beside him, where you once lay, and the reminder that those simple joys were stripped away, leaving him clinging to memories like a child with a favourite blanket.

Yet, even as he fought against the urge to forget you, he felt anxious. "Somebody new" would eventually come along, someone who would make you laugh and smile in ways he never could. He tried to tell himself that it was okay and didn't matter, but the truth clawed at his heart. The thought of you moving on with someone else felt like a dagger, twisting deeper each day. He was still so wrapped up in the remnants of what you had shared—your laughter, your touch—everything still fresh like a song that played on repeat in the back of his mind. He didn't want to love someone new, especially if it meant letting go of what you two had built together.

He tossed and turned, "talking to no one", feeling invisible in his skin. It was as if the world had moved on without him, and he was stuck in a loop of conversations with himself. His voice echoed off the walls, a silent plea for understanding. Every word felt heavy and unacknowledged, like shouting into the void. There were moments when he wished someone would see him, really see him, and understand the pain he carried. It felt isolating to scream for help only to be met with the deafening silence of indifference. Did anyone honestly notice him, or was he destined to be an afterthought, a ghost in a world that had forgotten his existence?

He couldn't shake the guilt of what had happened between you two, the feeling that he had somehow hurt you even when he tried his best. "I'm sorry if I hurt you sometimes" played in his mind like a bittersweet melody. He reflected on the times he had tried to support you while grappling with his insecurities. It was a dance of love and misunderstanding, a waltz that left both of you stumbling. As he lay there, he realized that despite all the love and care, sometimes that wasn't enough to hold onto someone. The hard truth seeped into his bones, and he recognized that maybe you were not meant to be. 

Jungwon buried his face in the pillow, tears escaping down the sides of his face. He wanted to scream out, to reach for you, but the only thing he could do was wait in the silence, hoping that somewhere, somehow, you felt the same. The night he dragged on, the weight of unspoken goodbyes lingering in the air like the faint scent of your perfume. As dawn began to break, he closed his eyes, desperate to find solace in dreams, wishing for just one more sleepover where everything felt right, if only for a bit longer.

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

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