Heeseung's fingers lingered in your hair, his touch deceptively gentle as he studied your face for any flicker of reaction.

"Darling, I'm going home with Jeanne again," he said slowly, emphasizing each word. "Is that okay?"

You smiled up at him, sweet and unchanging. "Of course, love. Drive safely."

His hand froze.

For months, he'd tried everything. Lingering touches with waitresses, whispered jokes to your friends, even "accidentally" leaving hickeys visible on his collar. But you just... kept smiling.

"She's wearing your hoodie," he blurted suddenly, desperate.

"Oh?" You tilted your head. "It looked better on her anyway."

Heeseung's jaw clenched. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.