𝒂𝒎𝒊

any girl would want to imagine themselves talking to heeseung.

getting good morning texts from him.

hearing about his day.

having him check in on them when they were upset.

being told they were pretty by lee heeseung himself.

that was every fangirl’s dream, wasnt it?

for most people, maybe.

for you, it felt more like a nightmare.

because you werent just a fan.

you were the fan.

the girl whose entire account revolved around him. the girl who spent years posting edits, defending him in arguments, counting down comebacks, and, most embarrassingly of all, barking for him on twitter so abnormally that it somehow became your most popular tweet.

so no, your first thought wasnt that lee heeseung had somehow fallen for you.

your brain refused to let you believe that.

instead, it offered you two possibilities.

the first was ridiculous.

that out of millions of fans, he noticed you.

that he genuinely liked talking to you.

that every late-night conversation, every good morning text, every hour spent getting to know each other had been real.

that somewhere along the way, he had actually fallen for you.

the second possibility felt much easier to believe.

that he was bored.

that he saw your account, saw how devoted you were, and thought it would be funny.

that you were entertainment.

a joke that had gone too far.

and unfortunately, your mind had already decided which option sounded more realistic.

it wasn’t that you wanted to think badly of him.

god, if anything, you wanted the opposite.

you wanted to believe that jae was real.

that the person who stayed awake talking to you until the morning after was real.

that the person who remembered the smallest details about your day was real.

that the person who made your heart race every time his name appeared on your screen wasn’t some carefully constructed version of himself.

you wanted to believe all of it.

but every time you got close, the same thought dragged you back down again.

why would lee heeseung choose me?

and no matter how many times you asked yourself, you couldn’t find an answer.

with a sigh, you reached for your phone.

avoiding him clearly wasn’t helping.

letting him sit on opened messages while you spiralled through every worst-case scenario imaginable wasn’t helping either.

if anything, it was making everything worse.

you deserved answers.

so before you could change your mind, you opened your chat with him and stared at the blinking cursor.

it was time to stop hiding from the situation and actually hear him out.

properly.

not through unanswered messages.

not through assumptions.

not through your own overthinking.

just the two of you.

and whatever the truth ended up being.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 @pearthesimp @luvkiyomi @heeluv4ever @isa942572 @foreveronez @ikeufied @strwbysunoo @honestlyatomicpanda @ddolleri @verozkkii @lunaryoongie @yv4nn @pumrikku @jetaimz @taesansnovia @goatedwiththesaucedotcom @kizumis

@yenienha @cokewithcameron @arelyvn @kristynaaah @wonniestars @630hee @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @hooniepits @run22jun @mailovesreading @tessa365 @shaiimuraaa @enhypenlvrsstuff @xionvlog @arasdaydream7 @aeri101

your thumb froze against the screen.

no.

no, you didn’t.

it was just a black jacket.

thousands of people owned black jackets.

you swallowed hard and looked again anyway.

the longer you stared, the worse it got.

the shape of his eyes above the flash.

the bridge of his nose barely visible through the light.

the way his hair fell back.

your chest tightened so fast it almost hurt.

it looked exactly like him.

not “kind of.”

not “a little bit.”

exactly.

you locked your phone immediately.

this was insane.

actually insane.

lee heeseung was not secretly messaging you pretending to be some random guy named jae. that was something out of a fanfic, not real life.

and yet your hands were shaking.

because you knew those eyes.

god you knew those eyes.

you’d spent years reposting photos of them onto your fan account at three in the morning. spent hours defending that man in twitter arguments. spent embarrassing amounts of time zooming into fancams and airport lives.

you knew his face better than your own at this point.

and that jacket—

your stomach twisted harder.

he’d worn it before.

you remembered the exact photos.

dark denim. white shirt underneath. black jacket.

you remembered because you’d reposted the exact pictures onto your account with a stupid caption over explaining how good he looked in dark clothes.

you opened the photo again with shaky fingers, zooming in until the image started losing quality.

maybe you were projecting.

maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see.

maybe being an engene for this long had genuinely damaged your brain.

but the more you stared, the more impossible it became to deny.

that was heeseung’s nose.

his eyes.

his hair.

his fucking jacket.

your heartbeat started pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears.

because if you were right.

if you were actually right—

𝐀𝐌𝐈 ˚ 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖡𝖤𝖲𝖳 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! 𝗌𝗈…. 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼:

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 @pearthesimp @luvkiyomi @heeluv4ever @isa942572 @foreveronez @ikeufied @strwbysunoo @honestlyatomicpanda @ddolleri @verozkkii @lunaryoongie @yv4nn @pumrikku @jetaimz @taesansnovia @goatedwiththesaucedotcom @kizumis

@yenienha @cokewithcameron @arelyvn @kristynaaah @wonniestars @630hee @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @hooniepits @run22jun @mailovesreading @tessa365 @shaiimuraaa @enhypenlvrsstuff @xionvlog @arasdaydream7 @aeri101