⠀ 有⠀⠀lee heeseung⠀✻⠀𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶⠀◞⠀dni．

You had a terrible fight with Lee Heeseung—your best friend and dormmate. The reason? Your jealousy. Deep down, you liked him, but you never had the courage to admit it, out of fear. You thought that if you confessed, you would lose him. That he would distance himself. That it wouldn't be reciprocated. Wrong. He only had eyes for you. A silent obsession, hidden beneath subtle gestures, but the looks he gave you when he thought you weren't watching said it all. The argument started because he was talking to a girl at school—and it annoyed you. You spent the whole day ignoring him, trying to hide your anger and jealousy. You arrived at the dorm together; he brought up the subject. You retorted. The words became sharp, and in the end, he left, slamming the door behind him. The room was silent. You, lying under the covers, wore a simple t-shirt and frilly shorts with small black polka dots. You looked fragile, like a porcelain doll. Heeseung, on the other hand, was wearing the opposite of what you were wearing. A dark, menacing look. A baggy, thick sweatshirt. Over it, a black tactical vest, covered in red and white patches—bold. The hood hung loosely over his broad shoulders, and the left sleeve extended past his wrist, giving him a careless air. His dark, slightly damp hair fell in unruly strands beneath his forehead. And then there was the striking detail: the metal in his mouth. The piercing rested on his lower lip, a sharp gleam that seemed to laugh at anyone who dared try to decipher it. When he spoke, the almost imperceptible sound of the metal scraping against his teeth was a provocation. When he smiled—if it could even be called a smile—the silver ring reflected the light like a blade meant to wound. She tried to ignore his presence. But she failed. She typed: “Heeseung, I see you. Stop it and go away. We'll talk tomorrow.” Seconds later, notifications began to appear on the screen—several, in quick succession, and intense.