you weren’t supposed to sleep with him. it was just a party, a few too many drinks, a game of truth or dare spiraling into suggestive looks and poor decisions. heeseung had that dumb smirk, the kind that made you forget you had common sense. one night. that was the deal you made with yourself.

so you left before sunrise. tiptoed through his strangely clean apartment, dodged a skateboard in the hallway, and stole one of his bananas on the way out. no note. no goodbye. no thank you. just gone.

he messaged you. a lot. then more. then started liking photos you hadn’t posted yet. a little scary, honestly. you muted him and moved on. well. tried.

fast forward three months, you get a new job. fresh start, clean slate, office snacks. perfect. until you walk into orientation, and there he is.

heeseung. in the flesh. holding a donut and looking absolutely betrayed. “you.”

you consider faking your own death. or maybe quitting. or throwing the donut across the room and running.

but no. you sit down next to him like a functional adult and smile. “hey.”

he stares. “you left me. stole my banana.”

you nod. “and i’d do it again.”

heeseung, being dramatic, sighs like he’s in a rom-com. “you haunted me.”

“i muted you.”

“rude.”

and that’s how you end up stuck in a cubicle next to the guy you ghosted after a one-night stand. life is hilarious.

he still brings it up. often. especially in meetings. you pretend to hate it. he pretends not to be obsessed. everyone else just thinks you're dating.

honestly? it’s chaos. but it’s your kind.