you and heeseung been sneakin around for a minute now. nobody knows— not your manager, not the members, not even the fans who think y’all “just close.” it’s messy but y’all don’t really care anymore. you see him more than you should, and lately he’s been real comfortable comin over like it’s his dorm.

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it’s late. like 1am late. your vlive still up on your laptop, the chat going crazy while you’re face-down scrolling on your phone, not even paying attention. the air’s quiet except for the faint sound of the AC humming. then the bathroom door creaks open and heeseung steps out— towel low on his hips, hair still dripping. he’s lookin around, mumbling under his breath, clearly can’t find his clothes that got tossed somewhere earlier.

he squints at the floor, then at you.

“girl, where did you throw my shirt at?”