It was no surprise to anyone that every time Heeseung went to the specific nightclub where you worked he was enchanted by the way you danced, the way your body moved, you seemed happier when you danced in low light. Different from the days when he was with you in the room and you were stoned most of the time. Today was no different, Heeseung arrived unannounced, but he knew exactly where he would find you. As soon as he opened the door to your room he saw you sitting on the floor with some narcotics scattered around you, syringes and you had a knife in your hands, you were clearly surprised by the noise of the door being opened suddenly, but as soon as you saw Heeseung you smiled even more. Heeseung knew that your situation was not the best, and that you were struggling with depression, but that way you would actually end up killing yourself. You went towards Heeseung and held his hand with your eyes shining as if you were asking for forgiveness and even help with that lost look. "Well, get your shit straight, babe, I am not your man." Heeseung said without showing a hint of resentment even though deep down he cares a little, and then he let go of your hand.