FATAL TROUBLE (ENHYPEN REVERSE HAREM)

Part 47 A same story

Sunghoon had been teetering on the edge of his temper since the tense meeting with his father. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he stalked through the hallway, his thoughts a storm of frustration and anger. The words his father had said echoed in his mind, each one scraping at his nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

"She is the key to success. Use her presence wisely. Align everything accordingly."

It wasn't just the condescension in his father's voice that grated on him; it was the implication that he couldn't handle his own future. That he needed someone else to help him succeed. It was insulting. Humiliating.

And then there was you.

When he saw you emerge from the hallway, looking disoriented and flushed, something inside him snapped. You were the center of it all-aside from his father's plans, of his frustrations, of his... emotions. He didn't know whether to blame you or protect you, but the conflicting feelings churned inside him until he couldn't think straight.

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards the nearby green room. His grip wasn't gentle, but it wasn't cruel either. It was firm, driven by a desperate need to confront the chaos in his chest.

Once inside, he let the door slam shut behind him and turned to face you. His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling as he tried to collect himself. But the sight of you standing there, confused and concerned, only fueled his frustration.

You looked at him like you always did-with those wide, innocent eyes that made him want to believe you weren't involved in any of the games. That you weren't part of his fear or the source of his turmoil. But the way his emotions were spiraling, he couldn't stop himself.

He advanced towards you, his movements sharp and unrestrained. His hand found your face, tilting it upward so that you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed against your jawline, but his grip was unyielding.

His mind raced as he looked at you, torn between wanting to shout and wanting to pull you closer. His words were harsh, spilling out before he could stop them. He accused you of playing with his feelings, of stringing him and the others along, of pretending to be something you weren't.

But as he spoke, a part of him knew the truth. Deep down, he didn't believe a word he was saying. You weren't like that. He knew you weren't. Every interaction, every moment spent with you had shown him your genuine nature. You were kind, unassuming, and utterly unaware of the chaos you'd stirred in his life.

In their life.

Repeating the same story like it once happened.

Yet his anger at everything else-his father, the expectations placed on him, the jealousy he felt whenever anyone else had your attention-it all came crashing down on you in that moment.

His grip on your face tightened slightly, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. His frustration was palpable, radiating off him in waves. But even as his words lashed out at you, his heart ached. He hated himself for taking it out on you, for letting his emotions get the better of him.

And still, he couldn't stop.

You stood there, silent and wide-eyed, taking the brunt of his anger without protest yet your soft voice denying his accusations but he was deaf to all of it. That only made him feel worse. He wanted you to push back, to yell at him, to remind him that you weren't the enemy. But you didn't.

The silence between you grew heavier, and Sunghoon's resolve began to crack. His chest heaved as he tried to calm the storm raging inside him. His grip on your face loosened, and he stepped back, running a hand through his hair in frustration.