FATE || SUNGHOON ENHYPEN || SIVEY ||

01.

Enhypen had just finished performing their "Walk the Line" concert in Seoul. The show had gone well, and the members were feeling a mix of excitement and exhaustion.

Back at their dorm, they gathered together — tired but smiling, with the buzz of the concert still lingering. Despite the fatigue, their spirits were high. They were also starting to feel really hungry.

-

We had already placed a food order. Now, we were just waiting for the delivery to arrive.

Suddenly, the manager's phone rang, letting us know the food was here.

Since the manager wasn't around at the moment, Jay picked up the call and answered it.

*OTP*

"Hello?" Jay said, picking up the call.

"Hello, sir. I've arrived with your order, but the security at the entrance isn't allowing me to come up. Could you please come down to collect it?"

"Alright, I'll be there in a moment," Jay replied.

-

"Hey, Sunghoon, can you go downstairs and grab the food?" Jay asked, turning to him.

"Why me?" Sunghoon frowned, clearly not thrilled at the idea.

"Because you're just sitting there while everyone else is busy doing something," Jay replied with a small smirk.

Sunghoon let out a sigh. "Okay, fine," he mumbled, pushing himself up from the couch. He reached for his coat, pulled it on, then grabbed a face mask and a cap to stay low-key before heading out the door.

-

The cold breeze brushed against my face as I stepped out of the building. My eyes scanned the area, looking for the delivery guy with our much-awaited food. But instead of a uniformed man holding plastic bags, my gaze was drawn to something else — someone else.

Across the dimly lit parking area, under the flickering glow of a streetlamp, a girl was crouched beside a narrow alleyway. Her long coat fluttered slightly in the wind, and her hands were extended carefully toward something on the ground. Curiosity pulled me closer.

As I approached, I saw the situation more clearly — a tiny kitten, no older than a few weeks, was trembling near a mess of electric wires, one of its front paws hopelessly tangled. The wires weren't live, thankfully, but the kitten was clearly scared and in pain. The girl, gentle but visibly worried, was trying to soothe it while figuring out how to set it free.

"Do you need help?" I asked softly, not wanting to startle either of them.

She looked up, startled at first, but nodded quickly. "I think its paw is stuck... I didn't want to pull too hard and hurt it more."

I knelt beside her, carefully inspecting the wires. The kitten mewed pitifully, eyes wide with fear. I moved slowly, whispering calming words as I gently worked to loosen the tangled cables. The girl held the kitten's tiny body steady, her hands surprisingly steady despite the cold.

After a few tense moments, the wire slipped free. The kitten immediately tried to bolt, but the girl held it close, checking its paw.

"It's not bleeding," she said with relief. "Just a little red. Poor thing must've been out here for a while."

I smiled faintly, watching her cradle the kitten in her arms like it was the most precious thing in the world. "You've got a good heart," I said.

She looked up at me again, and for the first time, I really saw her — eyes full of warmth and concern, cheeks pink from the cold, and a soft determination in the way she held herself.