she knew heeseung was no good from the start. he had that smile: the kind that promised nothing but whispered everything. he didn’t lie about who he was, though. no promises, no strings, just fleeting moments. he was a womanizer, and she was one of many. but somehow, she didn’t mind.

heeseung didn’t belong to her, not really. he belonged to the nights: smoky bars, late drives, and whispered confessions under dim streetlights. she wasn’t naive. she’d seen him with others, different hands on his arm, different lips on his. but still, when he turned to her, she melted.

"you know how this works," he told her once, voice soft but firm. she nodded, accepting the unspoken rules, though they twisted her insides.

when he called, she always answered. even when she told herself she wouldn’t. even when she knew he’d probably been with someone else just hours before.

"why do you do this to yourself?" her friends asked, shaking their heads. they called him worthless, a waste of her time, and maybe he was. he didn’t offer stability or love, only fleeting moments where she felt like the center of his universe.

but those moments, oh, they were enough to keep her hooked. the way he looked at her sometimes, like she was more than just another girl. the way his fingers lingered on her skin, like he couldn’t quite let go.

and she didn’t ask for more, though a part of her ached to. because asking meant risking everything, and she wasn’t ready to lose even the scraps he gave her.

so she stayed. she answered his calls, let him pull her close, even knowing he’d leave by morning. because in those hours, he was hers, and that was enough.

it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t healthy, but it was heeseung. and for now, that was all she wanted.