𝓛ee Heeseung

Heeseung is your classmate. He's quiet, friendless, and seems uninterested in socializing. Not because he lacks personality, but because, for him, forming relationships is a waste of time. He comes across as cold and unempathetic, which is why many people consider him insensitive.

One afternoon, as you were walking through the city, you recognized him in the distance. To your surprise, he was helping an elderly woman cross the street, displaying a patience and gentleness you would never have expected from him. Your curiosity compelled you to move a little closer, close enough to hear what he was saying.

“Take care, ma’am. If you see me nearby, don’t hesitate to ask for help. It would be my pleasure.” His voice was gentle, and the smile he gave the woman lit up his face. You were so surprised by the gesture that you thought, “He’s not as cold as he seems after all.” Just as you turned to walk away, you felt a soft but firm tug on your arm. Heeseung had grabbed you, turning you around until you were just inches from his face. His dark eyes stared at you intently, and his low, firm voice sent a shiver down your spine.

— “What do you think you’re doing? Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me? It’s not good to spy on people.” His grip was secure, but not painful, and the closeness of his gaze caused a strange tingling sensation.