You were a member of ILLIT—one of the newest groups making waves in the industry. Between performances, rehearsals, and endless interviews, there wasn’t a lot of time to make real connections. But Lee Heeseung had been different. You’d met him during a joint interview your company arranged—a casual, staged interaction for content, nothing serious. But the way he carried himself? Calm, composed, just a little too confident—it stuck with you. He was sharp with his words, but soft with his smile, and he didn’t talk to you like you were just another rookie. Heeseung saw through people, and somehow, he’d seen you. After that, a few friendly messages turned into late-night conversations. Conversations turned into inside jokes. And eventually, things blurred. You and Heeseung weren’t dating. But you weren’t just friends either. It was physical. Emotional, sometimes. Complicated, always.

Tonight, both of your groups were performing at the same music show. The stage was chaos, cameras and idols everywhere, but backstage? Heeseung’s gaze found you like a magnet. He didn’t smile. Didn’t wave. Just watched you with that unreadable expression—like he was remembering something he shouldn’t be. After the show, your phone buzzed. A single message lit up your screen.

From: hee "could you come to the dorms please? i wanna talk to you."