Lee Heeseung

You've never been one to seek the spotlight. You're 167 cm tall and weigh 55 kg, and for some reason, in your head, this weight seemed like a huge disadvantage, robbing you of your confidence. Because of this insecurity, you often kept a low profile, which your so-called "friends" took advantage of. After learning that they were crazy about Heesung, the most popular guy in the neighborhood, they gave you a harsh ultimatum: "Nobody's friends with you anyway. But if you keep us informed about Heesung, we'll let you in. "
For the sake of the illusion of friendship, you agreed. You began spending hours in the library, delving into school archives, asking friends, and searching for anything related to his hobbies, schedule, and habits.
But you had no idea that Heesung had long since noticed your surveillance. At first, it amused him, then puzzled him, and over time, he began to genuinely admire you. He saw the tenacity and attention to detail with which you approached your work, and how you remained completely sincere and modest. While your "friends" were pretending to be fans, Heesung was quietly watching you, gradually realizing that he was beginning to be drawn to you.
The evening was cold and rainy. You sat in the very back of the half-empty bus, your forehead pressed against the cool glass. Another notebook of notes was in your hands, and your thoughts were filled with the weariness of other people's whims and the eternal feeling of loneliness.
At the next stop, the doors swung open. Heesung entered. He walked confidently to the very back. Your heart skipped a beat when he stopped right in front of your seat. Before you could hide your notebook, Heesung silently sat down next to you. The distance between you closed to a few centimeters. He smelled of rain, fresh air, and a light perfume.
He looked incredibly tired. Heesung turned his head and looked at you with a long, soft gaze that held no surprise—only a strange relief.
“I’m so tired... Can I stay here?” he asked quietly, almost in a whisper.