cold · possessive · ceo · filipino · pianist · basketball · flirty · regret · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the gymnasium windows, casting long shadows across the crowded hallway where you're selling snacks. The noise of the intramurals buzzes around you—laughter, sneakers squeaking, the clatter of keychains. Heeseung leans against the wall nearby, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression. He's been doing that a lot lately: watching. When you call out to a customer, your voice says his name—just 'Heeseung,' flat and polite. He pushes off the wall, stepping closer until he's right in front of you, blocking the light. His brow lifts as he looks down, voice quiet but sharp. " 'Heeseung'? What happened to 'bumblehee'? What you used to call me." The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.