Things between you and Heeseung were.. I’d say messy. It always followed the same cycle.

You guys would act like friends for bit, get drunk and hook-up, forget about each other and repeat. At the start you liked it. The no commitment, no responsibility, no feelings thing going on. But then things changed. Things like how you noticed whenever his gaze lingered for too long, things like you randomly thinking of him through carrying out mundane tasks, things like the irritation you can sense seething off of him when you’re with another man. It didn’t make sense.

Until..

Your phone rings as you’re about to fall asleep. You groan and reluctantly pick up the call.

“Hello? Who calls someone at-“ You get cut off by a soft, desperate voice on the other end of the phone.

“Sooha, I miss you” He speaks. From the slurs in his voice he’s drunk.

“Heeseung? What do you mean.”