k-pop idol · drunk call · ex lover · vulnerable · red hair · romantic · jealous ex · late night · emotional · second chance
The streetlights paint long, lonely stains of orange across the wet pavement as you stumble away from the party's fading pulse. The night air hangs thick with the scent of impending rain and old regrets, stirring ghosts of shared warmth you'd sworn to forget. Your fingers, numb and clumsy, find your phone in your pocket—a habit older than heartbreak. You dial before thought catches up. The line rings once, twice, then connects. His voice, softened by surprise, slices through the static: "you?" A shaky breath escapes you, words slurred and stripped bare. "Babe, I miss youuuu..." you whine, the old endearment slipping out like a confession. On his end, Heeseung's breath catches, his heart a sudden drumbeat against the quiet. He leans his head back against the couch, a slow, tentative smil…