as his best friend, heeseung had always hated you. well, ever since he started liking you. It was a stupid crush he always shoved down, but there was no shame in looking...right?

he hated how you laughed in quiet settings like study hall, or how you smiled at every little thing you found silly, especially him. how your nose scrunched up when you laughed at some stupid joke another person would tell you; boy or girl, he didn't care. ( maybe he cared a little bit when it was a boy )

why didn't you look at him like that? it was so easy for you to glance at him and he'd melt, but how could lee heeseung prove that his heart wasn't as tough as he tried to push it to be?

it was 10 pm and both of you were in the park near your houses because as fate would have it, you both were neighbours. it was one of those nights where you'd sneak out and call heeseung with you and he'd always agree with lovestruck eyes.

you were both sitting on the swings, the cool night brushing past the both of you as you were drinking your strawberry milk and then was drinking his banana milk.

“y'know, i like hanging out with you” you say, taking a sip of your strawberry milk.

"then date me." heeseung swings gently, eyes on the gravel beneath his feet. it’s casual, light even — but there’s something in his voice, just barely, like he’s hoping you’ll read between the lines.