FATAL TROUBLE (ENHYPEN REVERSE HAREM)

Part 47 A same story

Once inside, she nudged you gently towards the mirror. "Let's fix you up a bit, shall we?" she said, pulling out a small makeup bag from her clutch.

You stared at your reflection-mascara smudged, lips trembling, your face a canvas of disarray. She worked deftly, her hands steady as she dabbed at the smudges and applied fresh concealer.

Sunoo's efforts should not go in vain and her fixing it is the best aspect.

"Who are you?" you asked quietly, breaking the silence. "Why are you here with me?"

But there's a lingering thought inside your mind- why I feel like I have seen her somewhere? But where? She feels awfully familiar to someone.

She paused for a moment, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. A faint smile played on her lips. "Let's just say I'm someone who's been in situations like this before. You looked like you needed a hand."

Her cryptic response only added to your confusion. "But why? Why help me?"

She shrugged, her expression calm. "Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes saying it out loud helps."

You hesitated, your lips parting but no words coming out.

"If you don't want to, that's fine too," she added, stepping back slightly as if to give you space.

"No," you said quickly, reaching out to grab her wrist. "Don't go."

She tilted her head, her eyes studying you for a moment before she nodded. "Alright. Let's find somewhere private."

She led you to a small private lounge within the restroom area, a cozy space with two chairs and a table. The moment the door closed behind you, you felt the dam of emotions threatening to burst.

"Take your time," she said, sitting across from you, her gaze steady and nonjudgmental.

You took a deep breath, your hands twisting nervously in your lap. "I don't even know where to start," you admitted, your voice shaking.

"Start anywhere," she encouraged gently.

And so you did. Haltingly at first, the words tumbling out in broken fragments. You spoke of the boys-their sudden presence in your life, the overwhelming emotions, the confusion of being caught between their affection and their anger. You talked about Sunghoon's outburst, the way he made you feel like you were to blame for things you didn't even understand.

Her expression remained calm as she listened, her head nodding slightly now and then to encourage you to keep going.

"And the worst part is," you said, your voice breaking, "I don't even know what I did wrong. They... they say they care, but it feels like I'm drowning under their expectations."

The girl leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees. "It sounds like you're carrying a lot," she said softly. "But you shouldn't have to bear it all alone."

Her words hit you harder than you expected, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face again. She handed you a tissue, her calm presence somehow anchoring you amidst the storm inside.

"Why do you even care?" you asked through your tears, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I've been there," she said simply. "And sometimes, all you need is someone who understands."

You clung to her words, feeling a small sliver of solace in the midst of your chaos.

Her calm and understanding gaze gave you just enough courage to start your story, though your voice wavered with uncertainty.