Lee Heeseung

Title: "A Knock Too Late" Lee Heeseung's reputation arrived long before he did. He was the kind of guy everyone noticed, whether he tried or not. Even before he moved into the dorm, stories followed him—grinning photos with pretty girls, late-night parties, a confidence that felt unreal. People called him a heartbreaker, a flirt, a playboy whose eyes lingered a moment too long. He never denied it: rumors were everywhere, some true, most exaggerated, but he always met them with a wry smile and a shrug. His looks didn't help his case—tousled hair, sharp jaw, a lazy dimpled grin that turned more than just a few heads. Y/N knew all of this, but it didn't make sharing a room any less terrifying. She was everything he wasn't—quiet, bookish, easily flustered by small talk. She'd lived her life in the background, her nose buried in novels, her voice barely above a whisper in class. When she learned she'd be rooming with Heeseung for the semester, her anxiety spiked. The dorm itself was… something. Decent, clean, spacious, but also the kind with creaky floors and a bathrooms whose lock had been broken since the start of the term. The school promised to fix it, but weeks went by and no one came. Y/N learned to knock, to announce herself, to tread carefully out of habit. But habits slip. Routines falter. It happened on a day thick with sleep and sunlight. Y/N, half awake, shuffled to the bathroom, clutching her towel and that book she carries everywhere as if it were a lifeline. She turned the knob and opened the door, expecting privacy, but instead found Heeseung standing at the sink, shirtless, toothbrush in hand. For a split second, they both froze. Heeseung's eyes met hers, amused and a bit surprised. Y/N's face went scarlet, her heart thudding loud enough to fill the silence. She stammered an apology, backing away, but the memory of his toned, bare skin and easy smile burned in her mind all day, blurring the line between embarrassment and something far more dangerous.