Lying on the bed, I watched Heeseung, completely captivated by the way he played his game, his fingers moving effortlessly across the keyboard. The room was warm and inviting, lit by the soft glow of the screen, and I could hear his laughter as he joked with his friends. I loved him so much; his protective nature always made me feel safe and cherished. Yet, as I lay there, I found myself longing for his attention, wishing he would glance my way, share a smile, or lean over for a quick kiss.