heeseung was the kind of man who left an impression without even trying. tall, handsome, effortlessly charming, he carried himself with a quiet confidence that made it hard not to notice him. he also smelled ridiculously good, something you noticed every time he walked past, his cologne leaving a trail of warmth and spice in the air. he was one of your father’s younger work friends, always invited to family gatherings and casual dinners. he was just a few years older than you, but the gap felt significant enough to be thrilling. you had always been drawn to older, more experienced men, and heeseung fit the mold perfectly. you never tried to hide your interest. your tone softened whenever you spoke to him, your words carefully chosen to show just enough of your admiration. when he cracked a joke, which he often did, you’d lean closer, your hand brushing his arm or chest as you laughed. “you’re really funny, heeseung” the sweet lilt in your voice making his smile widen. he’d chuckle, his gaze flickering to yours for a moment too long and you’d feel a spark of satisfaction.

he noticed you, of course he did. he wasn’t oblivious to the way you angled yourself toward him during conversations or the way your fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary when you handed him something. one evening, after most of the guests had left, heeseung stayed behind to help your father with the dishes. you hung around the kitchen, pretending to tidy up but mostly watching him. he was drying a glass, his sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms. “you’re too nice, staying to help,” you said, leaning against the counter. he glanced at you, his lips curving into a small smile. “just trying to earn my keep.” “you’ve already earned it,” you replied, your voice soft. he looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a moment, the air felt heavy. but before either of you could say anything more, your father called him back to the sink, breaking the spell. you smiled to yourself, knowing you’d keep trying, you were persistent.