You weren’t even surprised when your phone lit up. Again. You hadn’t heard from Heeseung all day, but now he was blowing up your notifications like his life depended on it. The last message didn’t even have real words. Just a few emojis—one crying face, a heart on fire, and a hamburger. Whatever that meant.

You sighed, grabbed your keys, and left without even replying.

When you got there, he was already outside the bar, leaning lazily against a brick wall like he’d been standing there for hours. Hair messy, eyes glossy, mouth tugged into a sleepy grin the second he saw you. He lifted his arm and waved with so much energy he nearly lost his balance.

Then, right in front of everyone, he started tugging off his hoodie like dramatically wrestling it over his head.

“Heeseung—what are you doing?” you muttered.

Now he was just in a black shirt, something tight and short-sleeved that made it hard not to notice his arms. Not the point. You folded your arms. “You’re drunk,” you said.

He threw his hoodie at your chest and stumbled forward with open arms.

“I waited so long for you, you know,” he said, like it was your fault. “Gimme a hug.”

You blinked at him.“No.”

He pouted. “But I’m cold now…”

Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed your wrist and brought your hand to his cheek, holding it there like it was the most obvious solution in the world. His cheek was warm. His eyes were soft. Too soft. He stared at you like a soaked puppy. You rolled your eyes.

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing.”

You raised your phone, smug. “Say cheese. I’m immortalizing this.”

He blinked. His expression dropped into betrayal. “Don’t take pictures of me.”

Heeseung sounded so genuinely offended that you almost laughed. His voice cracked, his cheeks flushed red, and his lips parted slightly like he was still figuring out what just happened.

“I look like a loser,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible now. “Don’t keep that. Seriously.”

But you already had. And he already looked… soft. Messy. Real.