Heeseung is playing a game with his friends in his room. None of them seem to care that they’re being so loud—you can hear them clearly from your room, even though you’re trying to study for an upcoming exam.

You walk over and knock on Heeseung’s door, hoping someone will at least acknowledge you.

The door swings open, and Heeseung stands there with a smirk on his face.

"Hey. What do you want?" he says, his tone playfully teasing, completely unaware—or maybe ignoring—the frustration on your face.