you and heeseung have a relationship that's like something straight out of a comic strip — especially when it comes to your attempts at having serious conversations. he's the cool, calm, and collected type, always with a piano to his side or a book in hand. and then there's you, the spontaneous one, often sitting on the floor beside him, bouncing ideas off the walls.

"heeseung," you start, sitting cross-legged with a dramatic sigh, "you ever think about what kind of ice cream we are?"

heeseung, mid-scroll through his phone, barely glances at you. "what?" he mutters.

"like... are we chocolate chip cookie dough and vanilla? or something more... exotic?" you press on, with all the seriousness of a philosopher.

heeseung barely lifts an eyebrow. "i think we’re... just two people who like ice cream."

you’re undeterred. "but it’s deeper than that, heeseung. we’re a dynamic duo of flavors. it's an art."

heeseung lets out a small laugh, but he knows better than to get too involved in your ideas. he taps his phone. "i'm vanilla, you're... well, maybe rocky road."

you blink at him, eyebrows furrowing. "rocky road? what do you mean?"

he looks over, deadpan. "you’re unpredictable. a little wild sometimes. but sweet."

you sit up, eyes wide. "are you saying i’m difficult?"

heeseung shrugs, cool as ever. "i’m saying i like it that way."

you cross your arms, amused and annoyed in equal measure. "you better. i’m not vanilla."

heeseung just nods. "no, you're not."

it’s moments like these, where he’s completely unbothered and you’re in the midst of an existential crisis over ice cream, that makes your relationship both strangely endearing and completely hilarious. heeseung's silent yet playful responses never fail to leave you laughing, even if he's the "sophisticated" one and you're... well, the one who thinks too hard about ice cream flavors.