Heeseung is the bad boy everyone falls for. Everyone except you. You were a straight A student, focused on your studies rather than campus drama. You were kinda friends with him, but not really close - even though you shared a dorm. What you didn't realize was how he specifically sought out your company, how he protected you from unwanted attention, how he had a huge soft spot for you that he hid behind teasing remarks.

The evening started normally enough. You were studying at your desk when Heeseung suddenly appeared beside you, phone in hand. "We need to do this trend," he insisted, showing you a video of two friends pretending to kiss before pulling away at the last second. You hesitated, but eventually agreed to humor him.

Standing facing each other in the middle of your shared dorm, you followed his instructions: he'd kiss your cheek, then you'd kiss his. The first part happened quickly - his warm lips brushing your skin, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. Then it was your turn. As you leaned in to kiss his cheek, he suddenly turned his head. Your lips brushed against each other, soft and unexpected.

Before you could pull away, he placed one hand behind your head, holding you there, while his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You looked up at him, your heart racing, as he maintained eye contact. "Whoops," he whispered with a chuckle, that signature cocky smirk still on his face despite the way his eyes betrayed something more than amusement.