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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When The Past Calls
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A FEW WEEKS had passed since that quiet day in the library, and in that time, the rhythm of Haneul and Heeseung's relationship had grown warmer and more certain, like two puzzle pieces finally finding where they belonged.
Their days were simple — movie nights, bookstore dates, walks that lasted until the sky turned dusky pink — but it was in that simplicity that something beautiful bloomed. And on that particular Sunday afternoon, they found themselves at a cozy corner table of a little café tucked away near the edge of town.
The place was charming, with weathered brick walls, string lights hanging loosely from the ceiling, and the soft hum of indie music playing just low enough that it didn't interrupt conversation. A lazy warmth spilled through the windows as they sat facing each other, sharing a plate of pesto pasta and sipping iced coffees in between quiet laughter.
Heeseung was mid-story about a childhood camping trip gone terribly wrong, his hand gesturing animatedly as he tried to explain how he'd managed to pitch a tent inside-out, when his phone buzzed loudly on the table.
He didn't look at it right away. He was still laughing — until he caught the name flashing on the screen.
"Seoul Medical Centre"
His smile faltered.
Haneul noticed it instantly. The soft shift in his expression, the way his brows drew in, how his posture subtly stiffened. Her fork paused halfway to her mouth as he answered.
"Hello?"
She watched as his fingers tightened around the phone, his voice dropping. "Yes, this is him."
There was a pause. Haneul studied his face closely. His eyes were cast down now, and his jaw had set in a hard line. Whatever he was hearing — it wasn't good.
He gave a few clipped responses — "How long?" "Has it worsened?" "Alright... I understand."—and when he finally ended the call, he exhaled slowly, phone still clutched in his hand like it weighed a hundred pounds.
Haneul reached across the table, gently placing her hand over his.
"Hee?" Her voice was soft but filled with concern. "Is everything okay?"
He looked up at her slowly, and something about the way he met her gaze made her chest ache. He wasn't just troubled. He was unraveling — quietly, beneath the surface.
