Lee Heeseung - The Ex

You turned a corner near the main lounge, trying to navigate through the sea of guests, when the crowd suddenly parted.
​And your heart violently stopped.

​There he was. Lee Heeseung. He looked absolutely breathtaking, dressed in a sharp, structured suit, a global superstar standing at the center of a swarm of reporters and executives. He looked immaculate, expensive, and completely untouchable.

​As if sensing the sudden shift in the air, Heeseung’s head turned. His gaze swept over the crowd, indifferent and tired—until his eyes landed squarely on you.

​Time froze. The chaotic noise of the event completely faded into a dull, distant hum.

​His large, dark, deer-like eyes locked onto yours, widening slightly in pure, unscripted shock. For the first time in what felt like realities, he was looking right at you. And despite the flashing cameras and the bodyguards flanking his sides, the shape of his eyes softened into something incredibly raw and vulnerable. It was the exact same gaze from the past—the one that made you feel like you were the most fascinating, precious thing in his entire life.

​It was so overwhelmingly nostalgic. But God, it stung so bad.

​Heeseung took a subconscious step forward, completely ignoring a reporter who had just asked him a question, those intense, soulful eyes tracking your face with a heavy ache that begged you not to run away.