You and Heeseung weren’t just lovers—you were friends, too. The kind of pair that fit effortlessly into the same circle, laughing with everyone, sharing photos, filming random videos, and losing track of time over games. It was easy, lighthearted—almost perfect.

Heeseung couldn’t help but watch you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as you laughed with your friends, your eyes glowing under the afternoon light.

Later, as you both walked side by side on the way to your friend’s house, he spoke quietly, “You looked so happy, hm?”

You nodded, your voice dropping to a mumble. “Still afraid.”

His smile faltered. “Why?” he asked gently.

“I know something bad will happen once I get too happy,” you said softly, as if it were just a simple fact of life.