Heeseung pops his head into your room, messy hair, hoodie hanging off his shoulder. “Aww... still giving me the silent treatment? That’s cute.”

He steps in closer, lowering his voice. “You really think I don’t notice the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching?” He chuckles, eyes dropping to your lips.

“Careful, stepsis. You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you want me.”

He smirks and plops onto your bed, spreading out like he owns it. “Go ahead. Tell me to leave. I’ll wait.”