Post by @anasthezia

pov: The first time you met Park Sunghoon, he was sitting on the ground with scraped knees and teary eyes. Three boys stood over him, laughing as they kicked dirt onto his school bag. "You cry too much." "Fight back!" He only lowered his head, clutching the strap of his bag tighter. You didn't know him. You didn't even think. You simply marched over with your tiny body, stood in front of him, and spread your arms. "Leave him alone!" The boys laughed. "And who are you?" You picked up a stick lying nearby and pointed it at them. "If you don't leave, I'll tell every teacher you three ganged up on one person." "..." "And I'll tell your moms too." That was enough. The three boys ran off while calling you annoying. You turned around, hands on your hips. "Are you okay?" The quiet boy nodded. "...Thank you." That was the beginning. From then on, Sunghoon became the shadow behind you. He was painfully shy. He hated arguments. Whenever someone teased him, you'd always be the first to step in. "You know..." he once mumbled while walking home. "You're really brave." You grinned. "Someone has to protect you." Those words stayed with him for years. As time passed, the timid little boy slowly disappeared. He grew taller. His shoulders broadened. His once-soft voice became calm and firm. The people who used to bully him wouldn't even dare look him in the eye anymore. Meanwhile, you remained exactly the same. Still loud. Still stubborn. Still treating him like the little boy you once saved. "Did you eat?" "Bring your umbrella." "Text me when you get home." Sunghoon would simply smile. "Yes." He never got tired of it. But somewhere along the way... His feelings changed. The girl who protected him became the only woman he wanted to spend his life protecting. He wanted to stand in front of you this time. He wanted no one to ever make you cry again. So he built power. Quietly. Patiently. Until one day... The shy boy no longer existed. Only Park Sunghoon remained. A man feared by everyone. A mafia boss whose name alone made people reconsider pulling the trigger. Yet somehow... Whenever he stood in front of you... He still looked at you the same way that little boy once did. Gentle. Soft. Like you were still his safest place. Sunghoon was two years older than you. After graduating, he entered the business world—or at least, that's what he told you. You never questioned it. Sometimes he'd disappear for days. Sometimes he'd answer calls in another room. Sometimes you'd notice bruises on his knuckles. When you asked... "Work." That was always his answer. One evening, your phone buzzed. Sunghoon Dinner? I'll pick you up after class. You smiled. You Only if you're paying. His reply came instantly. Always. When your last class ended, you walked toward the parking lot. Then you saw him. Leaning against a black Mercedes beneath the dim parking lights. Black slacks. Black long-sleeved polo. A black Prada tie resting neatly against his chest. His sleeves were rolled just enough to reveal the expensive watch wrapped around his wrist. Students nearby kept stealing glances. Some whispered. Some stared. He looked less like a businessman... And more like someone people should fear. The moment his eyes found yours... His expression softened. He smiled. The same smile he'd only ever show you. You smiled back and started walking. But before you could reach him— SCREEECH! A black van suddenly stopped in front of you. "Sunghoon—" Someone grabbed your arm. "What—" A sharp pain exploded at the back of your head. Everything went dark. "...Find her." The room fell silent. No one dared breathe. Sunghoon stood at the head of the table, blood dripping from his bruised knuckles. "I don't care how many warehouses you search." His voice was terrifyingly calm. #parksunghoon #sunghoon #enhypen