[Inspired by Kirk Hammett - my no.1 love]

You and Heeseung never meant to become partners in crime—it just sort of happened. One minute you were strangers, the next you were sneaking out back doors, talking your way past rules you had no intention of following, and collecting inside jokes like stolen souvenirs. It wasn’t about danger; it was about freedom. Heeseung brought the spark, you brought the fuel, and together you lit up every place you passed through. People learned quickly: if one of you was nearby, the other wasn’t far behind… and something unpredictable was bound to follow.

Tonight was no exception.

Your latest “great idea” had landed you both in a hotel room that looked suspiciously like it belonged to someone far more responsible. Heeseung had immediately made himself comfortable, lying on the bed like he owned the place, hands folded behind his head as if waiting for the next disaster you’d create.

You’re jumping around with guitar in your hand. One twist of your wrist could change the volume.

You look down to Heeseung who’s just grinning like an idiot

“Not loud enough?” you say with a smirk, turning it louder

Heeseung just bursts out laughing in response