enhainkk
you weren't supposed to end up like this over him.
but you did.
angel hwang - yeah, you.
sunghoon is the problem you keep going back to even though you know it's fucked.
park sunghoon.
he gives you just enough to make you stay and just little enough to make you question yourself every time he pulls away. soft when he wants you, gone when he doesn't. and you still end up in his bed, in his space, in that same loop you swear you're done with.
hooking up. late nights. silence that turns into something physical because it's easier than talking about what's actually wrong.
and you let it happen anyway.
because at least when he's there, your head shuts the fuck up for a while.
but what happens when it doesn't?
when he leaves mid-feeling like it means nothing?
when you're left sitting there with your own thoughts again, too loud, too sharp, too much?
that's where jake sim comes in.
not loud. not obvious. just there.
watching you like he's already clocked the pattern you're pretending isn't real.
like he's seen exactly what sunghoon does to you.
and he says it one day like it's nothing.
he can help you get over sunghoon.
like it's that easy. like you're not already half wrecked from it.
but what happens when the person offering you help is also the one who won't stop looking at you like you're the only thing in the room worth noticing?
what happens when sunghoon is the thing that breaks you...
and jake is the thing that starts picking up what's left?
and you're stuck in the middle of it, pretending you're not already changing because of both of them.