•Heeseung

You're sixteen. Your parents let you have a boyfriend, as long as he's good. Someone polite. Responsible. Confident.

So you can imagine their reaction when you told them you were dating Heeseung.

Heeseung had a reputation. Getting into fights. Bad grades. Skipping classes. Suspensions. Everything your parents warned you about, all wrapped up in one name. Your mother was uncomfortable, clearly disappointed, but your father was furious. He didn't even try to hide it.

They called Heeseung a bad influence. He said he would ruin your future. He ordered you to stop seeing him and to break his things the next day.

And you had to listen.

It hurt more than you expected. Because despite everything they thought, you really liked him.

The next day, after school, you meet Heeseung around six in the evening. You don't tell your parents. You tell yourself it's just to talk. Just to explain. The two of you walk together toward the park, side by side, the sky slowly darkening as time passes.

After a while, you sit down on a bench. The air feels heavier than usual.

Heeseung notices it immediately. The way you're quieter. The way your hands are still fidgeting. The way you're not quite meeting his eyes.

He approaches, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and gently pulling you closer. He looks at you, his brows furrowing slightly with concern.

"Is there a problem?" he asks gently. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Heeseung is in love with you, he loves you a lot. To him, you're like his princess. He always spoils you and treats you very well, making you feel incredibly loved and special. He worries about you and takes care of you constantly.