a quick heeseung headcanon (cause he's an ultimate bias wrecker). cw: jealous! heeseung. 2 pm kisses.
you knew heeseung kept his jealousy to himself all the time. the last time he saw you talking with jay, he didn't say anything then left with a goddamn 'enjoy yourself' and an awkward smile. even when you both go home, he casually makes your favorite toast as usual. oh, seungi. you're quite good at hiding things
so you decided to test his patience.
today's a warm sunday, considering the heavy rain every single day for the whole week. but still, the petrichor smell filled every room without exception. including your room. heeseung currently living his dream, his little hands holding the blanket tight. although it's not raining, the weather seems cooler than last week.
"heeseung, wake up love. it's 2 pm, we should get something to eat," you spoke slowly then tapping his broad shoulder lightly.
"mmh ... "
"heeseung, honey." for five minutes, all you got was just: mmh, bit more, and a weak yess hmm. for this reason, you decide to tell him a story.
"i met jay at the flowershop yesterday, it looks like he has a crush." heeseung hasn't opened up his mouth yet. you continued, "jay has a nice taste of flowers apparently.
i want that in a man," someone interrupts you, bringing you closer to his chest and letting his hands linger on your waist. this isn't enough, you begin to keep up the story. "he wore a black shirt, grey sweatpant with a jacket on. huft, that's quite—"
muah
"hm?" you're pretty sure the man beside you is awake. but he hasn't opened his eyes. "you know men look drop-dead gorgeous when they wear a grey sweatshirt, didn't think jay would be—"
muah
"i would like to see him ag—"
muah
"heeseung, you know quite well that i hate being interrupted while ta—"
muah
the kiss didn't stop. he pushes the back of your head closer, another hand caressing your back. the pecks aren't enough, he needs to devour you. his kisses are getting deeper as he pushes your shirt up high, and his hand brushes your bare back.
"don't talk about jay, please just—" you interrupt, it's a revenge. you kiss his lips, both of his cheeks, eyes, forehead, and his little nose. he's pouting, looking down at the sheets. this man is a whole new experience.
"well, you look hotter when you jealous."
"it's torturing me," heeseung begs. and you've found the counter attack,
jay knows you so well— so well— to make you kneel. or at least, to make you listen to him.
cw: not-so-demanding!jay but he's actually a sweetheart dw.
"how long are you going to be like this?" a pair of sharp eyes looking at you, so sharp you could barely breath. "i can walk on my own," you reply, knowing well it would be a hell to walk in this condition.
this morning you decided to get all the photo frames hung. since jay has been so busy, asking for help would be a burden for him. and you seem to be able to do anything on your own. but your legs decided to give up so you end up stumbled upon frame's glasses. ah, you should use a freaking couch instead of this tiny chair. this what make jay furious, you couldn't even ask for help. "what am i, darling? tell me."
it took you a long pause before answered, "husband." jay tilts his head, displeased. then he continued, "whose husband?"
"mine," you say, looking away while giving him an answer. the fact that you are trapped forever with that man give you an incomprehensible feeling. "good. even better if you would face me every time we talk," he cups your shoulders, turn you around, facing him. "stay still, let me take you to the couch and treat this so that you would thank your lovely husband," jay speaks, his tone's so flat and deep you could feel the anger. but still—
"i can do that, you should go to work now."
"you still wanna walk on your own? okay then, go ahead," jay watches you trying to stand up. your legs trembled and your body shivered. you could barely take one step ahead, a short blackout and you're back again in starting line. well, i guess this one is terrible. before you could try again, a familiar voice interrupted, "how is it, darling?"
your throat feels dry, it's painful even for taking a gulp. you pluck up the courage to face jay whos been looking at you for a while now. "help me," you finally give up. "pardon? what did you just say, miss?"
tears forming in your eyes, you're about to explode, yet you still continue, "please ... help me."
"well then, my wife is in pain, i must say yes to that." jay carries you as he speaks. he smiles. somehow it gives you peace you didn't ask for. jay always thinks that your eyes are your charm. those teary eyes couldn't be more beautiful
he sat you down on the cream couch you both bought two months ago. not taking too long, your sole filled with bandages and a pretty black ribbon. jay said it'll be prettier if we decorate it a bit, and it's indeed—pretty.
"jongseong," you say, even though your throat hurt like hell. "yes, darling." oh what a sweet voice. "don't call me miss," a look of confusion appears in front of you. "huh?" jay giggles. prettiest laugh you've ever heard.
"love, should we have one more puppy? i think maeumi feel a bit lonely when we were working," jungwon says while caressing maeumi. the next second he put all of his eyes on you, his eyes widen, "please ... pretty please."
"jungwon, i thought we were agree to prioritise maeumi?" you recalled what jungwon said a couple months ago. but he seems serious about what he said just now.
"i know, darl. it's just—
i want to make new friends for maeumi. it's sucks when you do good things but no one there with you."
tension begins to choke you, and this time you can't say no. no when he asked you that lovely, how dare you resist?
"okay, okay. how about shelter tomorrow, hun? but i don't want big dogs, they're scary they could eat me," words come out from your terrified eyes. jungwon understand. he walks slowly, approaching you. both of his hands lead you to take a seat in his lap, on the couch of course. he caresses your hair slowly before you interrupt, "i hate it when you have your attentions on maeumi."
"eh?" got startled, jungwon hands getting tighter on your waist, reassuring you. "have i ever ignored you when i play with maeum, love? there's no way maeum could take your place, darling," he giggles as he turns you around, facing him. you have all of his attentions now.
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