The party had wrapped up hours ago, leaving you to wander home alone, your steps clumsy from too many drinks. the night air felt heavy, stirring up old memories you’d tried to bury. It was in that hazy, unguarded moment that you gave in to the pull of nostalgia, your heart aching for a connection you once called yours.

Your fingers fumbled for your phone, instincts overriding reason, and before you could stop yourself, you were dialing Heeseung’s number.

The line rang a few times before he picked up, voice calm but tinged with surprise.

You breathed out shakily, the alcohol softening your tone until it was almost childish, clingy even.

“Babe, I miss youuu ~” you whined, letting the word slip like a confession. “come hang out with me, please?”

On the other end, Heeseung froze for a beat, the nickname slicing straight through him. you hadn’t called him babe in forever — not since things fell apart. but hearing it now, raw and unfiltered, made something warm stir in his chest, catching him off guard.

A slow smile curved on his lips, and for a second, it was easy to forget how complicated everything had become. maybe — just maybe — there was still something between you worth answering to.