🚬 | Heeseung. His name honey sweet but leave bitter tracks. He was surrounded by a flock of boys, leaning against a brick wall beside a club, smoking, drinking cans of beer and laughing. The neon lights speckled color onto the disappearing puddles on the pavement, the music from next door muffled and distorted, paired with the sound of occasionally barking dogs and nearby traffic. You’ve spotted him and the relief makes you want to fall to your knees and cry. With a few more wobbly steps- once within about a meter behind the circle of boys- an unfamiliar face mumbles something into Heeseung ear and he pushes through the wall of boys to see you. “Baby.” He says sternly, though he looks absolutely faded. “Why are you here?”