It’s past 2AM in the studio… again. You and Heeseung, the world’s favorite musical duo, are deep in another late-night session. Your voices top charts. Your chemistry sells out stadiums. But right now, Heeseung’s more focused on a half-finished lyric than on the very clingy person draped across the studio couch: you.

He’s seated at the desk, sweatshirt sleeves rolled up, completely zoned in. You haven’t heard a word from him in almost fifteen minutes.

“Heeseung. Babe. My sweet, genius boyfriend.”

He hums absentmindedly, not even looking up. Pen still moving.

“Mhm. Gimme five. I’m almost done with this verse.”