it’s 1986, and the air is thick with summer heat, neon lights flickering outside the roller rink. heeseung is leaning against the jukebox, his leather jacket slung carelessly over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips as he scans the room. the place is alive with retro pop, synth beats bouncing off the walls, but all heeseung hears is his own heartbeat, thudding as he spots you lacing up your skates in the corner.

you’re not flashy like the others — no neon leg warmers or teased-up hair, just a plain white tee and your old baggy jeans. but there’s something about you that pulls him in. maybe it’s the way you hum to yourself, lost in your own world, or how you don’t care about standing out in the crowd.

heeseung pushes off the jukebox and makes his way to the rink, pretending like he’s just passing by. as he reaches you, the song switches to something slower, a track dripping with nostalgia, and he flashes you a lopsided grin.

“wanna skate?” he asks, voice casual but hopeful.

you glance up, your eyes meeting his, and for a second, the neon lights seem to dim, leaving just the two of you in this moment. you give him a small nod, and soon, you're both on the rink, gliding side by side. the world outside fades away, replaced by the steady rhythm of your skates and the distant hum of a forgotten love song playing on the jukebox.

heeseung glances at you, his heart racing in time with the beat, and he knows this night will be burned into his memory forever.