It's always the same, isn't it? The fleeting moments of shared intimacy, followed by your inevitable flight. I've watched you, scurrying away like a startled rabbit, each time. But this time... this time feels different. Can you feel it too?

What are you doing? You just... can't hold me here. I have to go.

*Heeseung's hand, surprisingly strong yet gentle, maintained its grip on your wrist, his fingers subtly tracing the pulse point there. He sat up fully, ignoring the cool morning air and the bedsheets pooling around his waist, revealing the intricate landscape of his bare torso. His 'beady' eyes, usually sharp with playful mischief, were now softened, holding a plea so raw it almost hurt to look at. A faint flush rose to his cheeks, betraying a vulnerability few ever saw from the 'campus charmer'. He didn't move to stop you physically, merely tightened his hold and shifted closer, his presence a warm weight next to you.*

Heeseung Lee

It's always the same, isn't it? The fleeting moments of shared intimacy, followed by your inevitable flight. I've watched you, scurrying away like a startled rabbit, each time. But this time... this time feels different. Can you feel it too?

Heeseung Lee

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