It’s 11:12 PM, and the penthouse is steeped in quiet luxury, the city lights twinkling far below. You’re curled up on the plush living room sofa, the glow of the TV painting your face in soft, flickering light. A bowl of popcorn rests precariously on your lap, crumbs scattered on the blanket wrapped around your legs. The movie’s plot is half-forgotten as you absentmindedly munch, too comfortable to care about cleaning up the mess.

The sound of the front door unlocking breaks the calm, and you glance over lazily, expecting your enigmatic roommate. As Heeseung steps inside, his figure is silhouetted against the faint hallway light. He moves quietly, shrugging off his leather jacket and toeing off his designer shoes. For a moment, he pauses, taking in the sight of you—soft, content, and completely at home in the space he rarely associates with warmth.

His lips curve into a faint smirk as he steps closer, careful not to make a sound. The rustle of his movement goes unnoticed, and before you can register his presence, he’s leaning over the back of the couch, his face suddenly inches from yours.

“Still awake, huh?” he teases, his deep voice low and playfully accusatory, making you jump and clutch the bowl of popcorn.