define 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵 -
⋆⭒˚.⋆. 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦) 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺
| 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵
two childhood best friends find their way back to each other, healing old wounds and falling in love - again.
enhypen lee...
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Heartfelt
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The car slowed to a gentle stop in front of Haneul's house, the headlights casting a soft wash of light across the driveway. The familiar silhouette of her front porch was bathed in warm amber from the porch light, a quiet welcome home. Inside the car, though, the world was still — a fragile bubble suspended in the lingering warmth of the night.
Heeseung turned off the engine, and silence settled around them again. The soft ticking of the cooling engine, the quiet hush of distant crickets — all of it felt oddly intimate. Haneul was seated quietly in the passenger seat, her hands resting in her lap, fingers playing absently with the edge of her dress.
He turned to her, resting one arm along the back of her seat, his voice gentle. "You okay?"
Haneul nodded, then smiled as she met his gaze. "Yeah. Just... don't really want the night to end."
Heeseung chuckled softly. "Me neither."
They sat for a moment longer before Haneul unbuckled her seatbelt and glanced toward the house. "I should probably go in before my mom thinks you kidnapped me or something."
Heeseung smirked. "If I had, you'd be far too well-fed and spoiled. Not exactly a convincing hostage situation."
She laughed, shaking her head as she opened the door. "Come on, charmer."
He followed her out, rounding the car as she walked up the short path to her door. The night air was cool but not cold, the kind that gently nudged you to linger just a little longer. Haneul's porch light cast a soft halo over her, turning the tips of her hair golden. She paused at the top of the steps, turning to face him.
"So," she said, a little breathless. "Thanks for tonight. For... everything."
Heeseung climbed the last step and stood in front of her, hands in his pockets as he leaned slightly against the porch railing. "Don't thank me. I should be thanking you. The dinner, the decorations, the gift — Haneul, it meant more than I can say."
She ducked her head, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I was terrified the whole time."
"I could tell," he said with a soft smile. "But it just made me love it more."
Her heart skipped a beat at his choice of words, and he seemed to catch it too, eyes warm but serious. The air shifted again — not uncomfortable, but full. Something unsaid lingering between them.
