INT. HEESUNG’S ROOM – NIGHT

The dim glow of a single lamp casts shadows against the walls. A faint hum of music plays from a speaker. You sit on the edge of Heeseung’s bed, arms crossed, while he stands in front of you, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

Heeseung: "Why are you acting all shy now?" He steps closer, voice dripping with amusement. "You came here, didn’t you?"

You exhale sharply, rolling your eyes. "Not for what you're thinking."

He smirks, leaning down slightly. "Then what? You wanna talk about feelings? About love?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "Come on, we both know that's not real."