It was almost three in the morning, and your boyfriend was still glued to his gaming setup like his life depended on it.

you’d been sleeping soundly—until the sound of heeseung’s frustrated yell yanked you out of your slumber.

“bro, no way! are you kidding me?” he hollered, smacking his desk like it owed him money.

groaning, you rolled over, fully prepared to ignore him, but his next shout had you sitting up with a vengeance. dragging yourself out of bed, your hair a disheveled mess and your eyes barely open, you stomped toward him like a grumpy, sleep-deprived ghost.

heeseung didn’t notice at first, too busy yelling into his headset about“trash teammates.” but the moment your shadow loomed over him, he froze, his gaze snapping to yours with a mix of guilt and surprise.

“babe? you’re still awake?” he asked, his voice an octave higher than usual.