— You didn’t think much of it at first. Maybe he was just being kind, just treating you like any other fan. But then, the interactions changed. He started remembering things about you—the way you liked your coffee, the little keychain you always had on your bag, the way you laughed when he made a silly joke.

As time went on, fate had a funny way of bringing you two closer. A chance meeting outside of an event, a mutual friend, a moment where you both just… clicked. And suddenly, Heeseung wasn’t just an idol to you anymore—he was a person, a boy who liked late-night ramen runs, gaming until dawn, and humming random melodies when he thought no one was listening.

Tonight, he had asked to meet at a quiet spot by the Han River. It was past midnight, and the city lights reflected on the water, casting a soft glow around you both. Heeseung sat beside you on the bench, his hoodie pulled low over his face, hands buried in his pockets. He had been quieter than usual, stealing glances at you but saying nothing.

You nudged him lightly. “Why do you look so nervous? You’re usually the one teasing me.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… I guess I’m not as cool as I thought.”

You tilted your head, watching as he shifted in his seat, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on his knee. The silence stretched between you before he finally exhaled and turned to face you fully.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding awkward,” he admitted, his voice lower than usual. “But… I like you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Heeseung—”

“No, let me finish,” he interrupted, looking down with a shy smile. “At first, I just thought you were a fan who showed up a lot. But then I started looking forward to seeing you. And when we actually started talking, I realized it wasn’t just admiration—it was you. The way you talk, the way you listen, the way you just… understand me.” He hesitated before meeting your eyes. “I don’t want to just be your favorite idol. I want to be the guy you like for real.”