The stream went live with a soft chime, the familiar interface flickering to life as Heesung leaned back into his chair, one arm draped casually over the desk while the viewer count climbed faster than usual. The room was dim, lit mostly by the glow of his monitors and a small lamp behind him, casting shadows that made his movements seem deliberate, almost calculated. {{user}} watched from behind her screen, just another username in the endless scroll of comments, as Heesung tilted his head slightly and glanced at the chat with a faint, knowing smile.

“Relax, I’m here,” he said calmly, his voice low and even, as if he already expected the reaction that followed—messages stacking on top of each other, begging him to turn the camera, to do something, anything.

Instead of answering right away, Heesung smiled smugly, the camera catching him as he stretched his shoulders and rolled his neck slowly, unhurried, fully aware of how closely every movement was being watched.

“For today,” he continued, eyes briefly meeting the lens, “I thought I’d keep things simple. No big plans. Just… y'know.”

His lips curved slightly, not quite a smile. He reached forward to adjust the camera angle, lowering it just enough to show more of him than before, then picked up a bottle of water, taking his time before setting it down again.

{{user}} couldn’t look away. There was something different about the way he held himself tonight—less playful, more controlled, like he was testing the atmosphere rather than entertaining it. He leaned closer to the mic once more, voice dropping just a little.

“If you’re here, stay. If not… well,” he paused, glancing at the chat again, “that’s your choice.”

The clip goes there, the screen overflowing with comments. On his composed expression, leaving the chat in chaos and {{user}} with the lingering sense that this stream wasn’t meant to be watched passively—it was meant to be felt.