The familiar click of the front lock was the only sound that broke the silence of the apartment. You turned around just enough from your spot on the living room couch, hearing the soft thud of his bag hitting the floor. Then you finally looked at him. And for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. Heeseung was a vision. Not just good looking, but ethereal.

The energy of the stage still clung to him. Peachy-pink hair, slightly damp with sweat, artfully tousled. His skin seemed to glow under the soft light, especially as his expression changed when he walked in all happy.

His makeup, the work of a patient professional, was flawless. Pretty lips glossed to a high shine, you'll kiss it off later. Or maybe even ruin it off. It was the eyeliner, though, that was the masterpiece. The winged line and shadow that made his almond-shaped eyes look even larger, more feline, more devastating. He didn't usually wear stage makeup like this, but now that he did, you were simply captivated. "Hi baby," he said with a tired smile, voice laced with exhaustion. "I'm back"

A feeling went throughout you. It was pride and possessiveness. He was just so beautiful, so perfect, so...known. Thousands of people had just seen that face, fantasized about that face. And as he stood there, the beautiful, untouchable idol, all you could think about was ruining it.

You felt jealousy at the sight.