😶Heeseung 🎭

“Tumhari Aukaat, Meri Duniya” The city never sleeps. It just changes masks. On one side of it, there are glass towers, black cars, and names that open every locked door without effort. Sunghoon was born into that side. A mafia boss’s son. Polished. Untouchable. The kind of rich that makes silence feel like a warning. People lower their voices when he enters a room, even when he says nothing at all. On the other side… there’s survival. Alarms that don’t ring early enough. Empty wallets stretched into impossible shapes. Nights split between jobs that blur into mornings. Heeseung lives there. Four jobs. Always smiling. Always tired in a way no one notices unless they look too closely. The kind of boy who apologizes for taking up space he never asked for. They were never supposed to meet. Not in the same world. Not in the same sentence. Not even in the same breath. But fate doesn’t care about class, or bloodlines, or rules written by people who think they own the night. It only cares about timing. And that night… at an empty park swing under a flickering streetlight… their timing finally broke.