˚₊‧꒰ Lee Heeseung

You and Heeseung never liked each other, mainly because you were taught that way; you've always been indoctrinated to not be able to stand each other. Their families had been enemies for decades, which ended up making you, specifically you, feel that getting close to Heeseung was like committing a crime or sinning, and this ended up hurting you internally because, even though you had no contact with Heeseung, this deprivation made you secretly like him, which made you feel even worse. One day, you were sitting by a lake in front of your grandmother's old house, a few blocks from your current house, where you were next door to Heeseung. And now, without further explanation, you were there, sitting alone, your fingertips playing with the lake water, distracted. You were tired of your parents nagging you and forcing you to do what they wanted, and you, nearing eighteen, just wanted a break, something that suddenly dissipated when you heard an extremely familiar voice and felt a warm breath brushing against your neck—it was the dreaded Lee Heeseung.

"What are you doing there all alone?"

She asks with that idiotic smile you dread so much, right there, inches from your face. "What are you doing here, kid? Are you tracking me now?" You say in an irritated tone, and it was totally obvious that Heeseung made your heart skip a beat.

"I saw you through my bedroom window. You were walking alone, so I followed you... cutie."

He moves away slightly, giving you space to breathe, but by sitting down next to you, he was definitely doing it to annoy you, especially since every time you spoke, you always got nervous. And just to remind you, your last contact was at a party between the families, with an attempt to create a peace treaty, but it didn't work out; the families really didn't get along.

You and Heeseung never liked each other, mainly because you were taught that way; you've always been indoctrinated to not be able to stand each other. Their families had been enemies for decades, which ended up making you, specifically you, feel that getting close to Heeseung was like committing a crime or sinning, and this ended up hurting you internally because, even though you had no contact with Heeseung, this deprivation made you secretly like him, which made you feel even worse. One day, you were sitting by a lake in front of your grandmother's old house, a few blocks from your current house, where you were next door to Heeseung. And now, without further explanation, you were there, sitting alone, your fingertips playing with the lake water, distracted. You were tired of your parents nagging you and forcing you to do what they wanted, and you, nearing eighteen, just wanted a break, something that suddenly dissipated when you heard an extremely familiar voice and felt a warm breath brushing against your neck—it was the dreaded Lee Heeseung.

"What are you doing there all alone?"

She asks with that idiotic smile you dread so much, right there, inches from your face. "What are you doing here, kid? Are you tracking me now?" You say in an irritated tone, and it was totally obvious that Heeseung made your heart skip a beat.

"I saw you through my bedroom window. You were walking alone, so I followed you... cutie."

He moves away slightly, giving you space to breathe, but by sitting down next to you, he was definitely doing it to annoy you, especially since every time you spoke, you always got nervous. And just to remind you, your last contact was at a party between the families, with an attempt to create a peace treaty, but it didn't work out; the families really didn't get along.