๐ DIAL TRAGEDY โ L.HS
ๆฆๆฌ โ ๐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐บ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ง ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ-๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐น๐ต๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ.
๐ arnings : slight smut. mostly fluff between heeseung and reader as they take the time to grow their bond back after months of silence. includes pet names such as gorgeous, baby, princess thatโs really it for now.
The glow of the computer screen was the only light in your bedroom.
You were lying in bed, blanket draped over you despite the warmth of the summer night. A random video played through your headphonesโsomething mindless enough to feel the silence but not interesting enough to actually hold your attention.
Your cursor hovered over the recommended videos.
You werenโt really watching anymore.
It was nearly midnight when your phone, discarded beside your pillow, suddenly lit up. You barely glanced at it. Probably a notification. Probably nothing important. The screen dimmed. Then lit up again. This time, curiosity won. You reached over and picked it up. One new message. Your heart stopped. For a second, you thought you were imagining it. Because there was no way. No way after all this time. No way after months of silence. No way after the breakup. You thought maybe this was some cruel trick being played on you, yet there it was.
The white heart beside his nickname stared back at you like a secret you never meant to keep. Your stomach twisted. You should have changed it. You shouldโve deleted the contact. You shouldโve done a lot of things.
Instead, you found yourself staring at the preview of the message.
And somehow it felt heavier than the goodbye heโd left you with.
Your fingers hovered over the screen. Should you text back? Call? But instead, you read the message again.
As if maybe it would disappear.
As if maybe your ex-boyfriend hadnโt just stepped back into your life at 11:48 PM on an otherwise ordinary Friday night.
You stared at the screen for so long that it eventually went dark.
Your reflection stared back at you.
Which was exactly why you hated this.
One text shouldnโt have this much power over you.
With a sign, you unlocked your phone again.
The message was still there.
No โhow have you been?โ
You laughed quietly to yourself.
Of course he would come back into your life with the most Lee Heeseung text imaginable.
Your thumb hovered over the keyboard.
โwhy are you texting me?โ
You tossed your phone onto the bed and buried your face in your hands.
Months since the breakup.
Months since you promised yourself you were moving on.
And yet one message had you acting like a teenager with her first crush. And thatโs because no matter how hard you tried to believe that you moved on and that his absence doesnโt affect you, it does. Because your heart knows what it wants, and thatโs him.
Slowly, you picked it up.
Your heartbeat quickened.
โif this is still your number lol.โ
Then, despite yourself, you smiled.
The tiny โlolโ at the end felt familiar.
The kind of familiar that made people forget why things ended in the first place.
Before you could overthink it, your fingers moved on their own.
The message delivered instantly.
And just like that, after months of silence, the distance between you and Heeseung became two little words on a screen.
The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.
And for the first time in a very long time, you found yourself waiting for him again.
