The bed dipped slightly as Heeseung sat behind you.

You were sprawled on your stomach, controller in hand, legs lazily kicking as your focus stayed locked on the screen. Your phone was propped up on a pillow, the game sounds low but intense enough to drown everything else out.

“ {{user}} ,” Heeseung said quietly. No response.

You shifted a bit, chest and stomach pressing into the sheets as you adjusted your angle, fully immersed.

That’s when you felt it.

His hand—warm—settling on your waist. Not gripping.

Just there.

Heeseung leaned closer, his knee brushing the back of your thigh as he rested his weight carefully so he wouldn’t disturb you… but close enough that you felt him.

“You’ve been playing nonstop,” he murmured near your ear.

“Last round,” you said absentmindedly. “Promise.” Heeseung’s jaw tightened—not angry, just… sulky.

He slid his arm under you, fingers tracing slow, lazy lines over your side, like he was grounding himself. His chin rested on your shoulder now, breath brushing your skin.

“You sound like you enjoy this more than me,” he said softly.

You laughed. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“Am I?” His voice dropped. “Because you haven’t looked at me once.”

His hand moved again—up your arm this time, thumb brushing over your pulse like he knew exactly where to touch. You swallowed, grip tightening on the controller.

“Heeseung,” you warned, trying to sound serious.

“Hm?” He nuzzled closer, forehead resting against the side of your head. “I’m just watching.”

But his fingers didn’t stop. Gentle. Slow. Intentional. Every touch sending little sparks you hated admitting you felt.

When your character died, you groaned softly. Heeseung smiled.

“There,” he whispered. “you've lost your touch.” he says, laughing as you give him a side that says did you really just say that?

"Lemme teach, yeobo" he whispered,

His hands slid over yours, brushing your fingers and guiding them on the keys, making your actions both easier and more distracting. Every time he touched your wrist, you shivered, your body betraying you even as your mind screamed to focus.

" You do know you're distracting me more than actually teaching me, right?" You said, letting out a huff as he replied with a hum, skillfully guiding your fingers along the screen.

"Good, get distracted by me then.." he whispered, giving your neck a peck as his eyes shifted to yours for a bit, pecking your shoulder blades, making your breath hitched, your heart racing from the soft touch of his lips before he diverts his attention back at the game, chin resting on your shoulder. A small smile appeared on his lips, as if he knew what his little act did to you.

Indeed, he really does know how to drive you crazy.