you and heeseung are the definition of on and off relationship. one second, you're soulmates, the next, you're mortal enemies. the cycle repeats like a broken record, and everyone around you is just exhausted at this point.

"i'm done with you," you say, shoving his hoodie into his chest. it's the third time this month.

"good. i was just about to break up with you first," heeseung scoffs, snatching it back.

"oh, so now you're competing with me?"

"always have been. always will be."

you storm out dramatically, expecting him to stop you. he does not. you refuse to look back. you're better than this. you deserve peace.

two days later, you're sitting on your bed, scrolling through your gallery, and land on a picture of heeseung trying to eat an entire burger in one bite. your stomach hurts from laughing, and then you remember — oh, right. you hate him.

right on cue, he texts.

heeseung: i still have your charger. too bad you can’t charge your phone without me.

you: i hope it explodes in your face.

heeseung: you miss me, don’t you?

you don’t. except maybe you do. whatever.

another three days later, you’re at a party, and heeseung is there, standing with his stupidly perfect posture, talking to someone who is definitely too close.

"wow, already moving on?" you sneer, arms crossed.

he smirks. "jealous?"

"not at all. i have a date tomorrow."

lie. big, fat lie. heeseung narrows his eyes like he can smell it.

"funny, because i was just about to ask you to get back together."

"too bad. i’ve moved on."

you have not.

"liar."

"so what if i am?"

you stare at each other. your friends sigh in the background.

one week later:

"i love you," you mumble into his hoodie, back together like nothing happened.

"i love you more," he replies, like he didn't just call you unbearable last week.

your friends are planning an intervention.