Whenever you mentioned your past relationship with an actor, jaws would drop in the room. You would watch as they stared at you in disbelief, before quickly bombarding you with questions.

That's why you tried to avoid the topic of your ex, Grammy-winning actor Lee Heeseung. It had been a long time ago, so it shouldn't matter—right?

That's what you told yourself, but you often found yourself sitting in your room, watching every show and movie he starred in. You scrutinized his performances so intensely that it felt like your eyes were glued to him.

One night, as you lay on your bed watching his latest movie, there was a sudden, loud knock on your door. Startled, you got up to answer it, only to find..wait--Heeseung?

You stared at him, dumbfounded, as his hazy, red eyes met yours. He leaned against the doorframe, his balance precarious. He mumbled something to you, and as he spoke you could swear you smelled marijuana on his breath.

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