AFTER HOURS ; LEE HEESEUNG
pairing ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა boss!heeseung x assistant!reader. birthday special for my bambi hee ᝰ.ᐟ smut
YOU'VE BEEN WORKING AS Lee Heeseung's assistant for almost a year—plenty of time to learn the rhythm of his schedule, even to the point of memorizing his coffee order, even the exact temperature he preferred, and his little sigh that he would give whenever a meeting went longer than it should.
And, also unfortunately for your heart, long enough to fall for him too. Not that you would ever admit that. Because Heeseung didn't need another assistant crossing any lines. Everyone in the office remembered how the last assistant who tried to flirt with him ended up. You weren't going to risk your job—or his trust. You learned to live off of crumbs. The unintentional brush of his hand when he handed you a pen, the way he would stand just a little too close while reading your reports, the quiet "thank you" that he would give in that low voice of his whenever you brought him a late coffee during overtime. You'd gotten good at keeping your composure. Mostly. Until more recently when he had made that a little more difficult to do.
Heeseung had always been polite, professional—distant even. But recently he had been... different. Close. Too close.
"Long day?" he'd say to you from behind in an undertone that ran up your spine. You would turn in your chair, only to find him leaned against your desk, sleeves rolled up, eyes soft but serious.
Or that time in the break room, when your hand reached for the sugar and his brushed yours—deliberately, this time—and he didn't pull away.
More remarkably were the smaller, low-stakes intimate experiences you bitched about with your friends—how he carried your files without even asking, how his hand ghosted to the small of your back whenever he guided you through crowded hallway. He'd even started walking you to your car, saying it was "just to be safe," but you couldn't ignore how his gaze lingered every time you said goodnight.
And, then, it was his birthday.
Jake and Jungwon—the only two friends of his you actually knew—told you that Heeseung really didn't properly celebrate any birthdays because, you know, birthdays were for slackers not workers. Then Jake, being Jake, suggested you plan a surprise party!
"A bar, a VIP room, something nice." Jake said, eyes shimmering. "Cocktails, lounge-type music. Heeseung is so damn uptight, you both need it, you've been so uptight while you've been here." You rolled your eyes at this. "I'm not his therapist, I'm his assistant."
"Maybe he'd smile more if his assistant took things easy for a change." Jake joked, and winked. You wanted to hit him—mostly because he wasn't wrong.
So, for the next week, you were secretly planning the surprise: the bar's private room was booked, the guests were invited, decor and food arrangements made with Jungwon, and you even picked the whiskey he liked best—the brand he would never purchase for himself.
But the problem was Heeseung made it impossible to concentrate.
He started showing up behind you, on calls with a hand on the back of your chair, peeking at your laptop. The interns gossiped about how the boss "always hovers near his assistant" and you laughed it off, with warm cheeks, but one day when you were showing the new girl the filing system, Heeseung showed up once more, standing literally right behind you—so close your back brushed his chest when you turned.
"Is everything alright Mr. Lee?" your heart rate quickened.
Heeseung only hummed and leaned slightly forward, voice brushing your ear. "Just making sure my assistant isn't working too hard without me."
You swallowed tightly, glancing at the intern, who seemed to now be enraptured by the floor. There was something about his tone that felt teasing, but it was also a question. And you had no idea how to answer either way.
Then came the day of his birthday, the day you had been biting your nails to plan for the past several weeks. Everyone in the office was diligent in not letting anything slip and you certainly were too; you barely managed to look Heeseung in the eye for more than a couple of seconds all afternoon, your cheeks flaring up a deeper shade of pink each time.
By the time 6:30 pm rolled around, your heart was pounding so loudly in your chest you weren't sure if the man in the next office over could hear it. Heeseung had just finished up a call when you popped your head in the doorway of his office holding a black blindfold and doing your best to not look suspicious.
"Mr. Lee," you said lightly but with a hint of playfulness, "I'd like you to trust me for the next hour."
He blinked at you, slightly frowning. "Trust you?"
"Just, don't ask. This is part of the plan."
You noticed his lips pulled into a light grin which was not at all a smile but it was close enough to make your stomach quiver. He let out a sigh that sounded suspiciously like he was entertained and began to loosen his tie.
"Okay," he muttered, tilting his head to the side to allow you to fit the mask onto his eyes. "I'll indulge you."
He was completely unaware of how difficult it was for you to remain calm being only a few feet away—his cologne, warm and fresh, wrapped around you. You ushered him gently down the hall, your small hand resting on his forearm, and he followed your every delicate pull without question. The warmth of his arm under your palm, as well as the small brush of it against your fingers, made your heart speed up every few seconds.
Once you got to your car, he chuckled softly as you opened the door for him. "Only you would drive me somewhere I wouldn't think to otherwise," he japed.
"And yet you still let me," you shot back with a grin he couldn't see.
The rest of the car ride to the bar was silent in a comfortable way. At one point, you did think you caught him glancing toward you from under the blindfold, perhaps sensing your anxious energy.
Heeseung's heart was pounding—this time not out of confusion, but something much softer. The feel of your hand on his arm felt firm, but he could feel the tug of a faint shake in your hand.
As soon as you guided him through bar doors, a soft cheer interrupted the silence.
"Okay," you said, biting your lip. "You can take it off now."
He reached up and slid the blindfold off, d blinking a few times as the warm lights came back into his vision. In the middle of the VIP room, a table was set up with a cute hamster-shaped cake, a few bottles of top-shelf alcohol, and a mountain of wrapped gifts amongst plush sofas. His eyes widened slightly before softening to a gentler awe, a smile finally breaking free after torturous hours.
"You all did this?" He scanned the room in surprise, and there they were: Jake, Jungwon, and a few others smiling like kids.
Sunghoon was the first to walk over, slinked an arm around Heeseung's shoulder with a laugh. "Planned? More like she did all the heavy lifting," Sunghoon said, jerking his chin over to you. "Your assistant here is the one who coordinated this whole thing. Said you needed to take a minute to relax—honestly, she wasn't wrong. You both did."
"Sunghoon-" you began, feeling embarrassed, but he just winked at you.
"The boss is uptight and the assistant is stressed out? The perfect combination for a drink or two."
Jake snorted and raised his glass. "Or more." Heeseung's eyes fell on yours through the chatter and something twisted in his chest. You looked cute, and shy too, under the dim lights. You even played with the ends of your skirt like you didn't know where to put your hands at. He looked for just a second too long before Jake pulled him somewhere else to pour drinks. Still, the smile on his face didn't fade. "Guess I'll be thanking my assistant first," he quietly said—even though you heard it and you felt your heart skip. Once the laughter faded, it was time to cut the cake. You and the others loomed over Heeseung as he gazed at the hamster cake, eyebrows raised. "Why a hamster?" he asked, shifting his gaze from you to everyone else. Jay snorted and said, "Because it looks like you," bringing another round of laughter from everyone. Even Heeseung couldn't help but smile while shaking his head and blowing out the candles. You handed him the first slice, receiving a soft, "thanks" as you did so whilst the teasing started again. "Our hamster boss smiling," Sunghoon said, tussling Heeseung's hair. Heeseung rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink before lifting his glass up to you. You clinked your glasses, both of you quietly laughing as the faint warmth of the alcohol sank into your chest. After that, you simply ate your piece of cake while pretending that Heeseung's gaze lingered on you a little longer than usual. Then came the gifts. Sunoo was first, handing over a sleek pen set, with a note saying "For when you're too serious." Jay handed him a leather keychain with his initials engraved on it, and Jake grinned wide as he handed Heeseung a new cologne saying it would make him smell less like work.
Sunghoon gave a bottle of his favorite whiskey, while Ni-ki pulled out a small box that contained a cute hamster figurine, which made the group burst out laughing again. Jungwon handed a black hoodie to Heeseung, saying he could use it to "sleep like a normal person for once."
Finally, it was your turn, and you were hesitant to push your gift forward—a golden teddy bear wearing a red scarf along with a brand new Prada wallet tucked inside the box. The rest of the group gave a few whistles when seeing the brand; Heeseung, however, smiled sweetly. "This... actually looks like me," he said as he grasped the bear, and you both giggled again.
Eventually, the drinks began to flow. The bar lights shone warm golden, and the room was getting hazier with heat mixed with drink. Heeseung sat next to you—closer than he normally would have. His shoulder brushed against yours every now and then, and every time your heart raced faster. The faint smell of whiskey was intermingled with his cologne, dizzying and familiar.
Ni-ki leaned over the table, pushing another drink your way. "C'mon," he grinned, "we should get to know you better. You're the mysterious assistant everyone's been mentioning." You chuckled nervously and glanced at Heeseung, who only smiled lazily, eyes soft and a little glassy.
The night blended into laughter and drinks barely touched, everyone was relaxed and warmer than especially. You weren't drunk—not really—but the fog in your mind let everything feel softer and looser. You and all were still talking when Heeseung's hand swept against yours under the table. It was a feather-light touch, but it lingered like static.
You excused yourself to the bathroom, needing a minute to breathe, to cool off. But barely a minute had gone by when you heard the soft click of the door again. When you turned, Heeseung stood there—quiet, slightly wobbly, eyes dark in the dim lights.
"You shouldn't be in here!" You whispered, pulse igniting.
He shut the door behind him anyway. "I know," he said in a low, rough voice, "but I didn't want to not be near you."
His words made your breath hitch. He stepped in a little closer, not too close, but close enough for you to smell the subtle flare of whiskey and his cologne; all that tension that had been building over months suddenly felt insufferable.
"You shouldn't say things like that." You replied, but your voice betrayed you—soft, trembling, unsure.
He gave a faint smile that seemed almost regretful. "You don't think I noticed? How hard I've been trying not to fixate when you lean over my desk? Or when you drop something on the floor, and I turn my eyes to force myself to look anywhere but at your legs?"
Your heart was pounding; you could almost feel the heat rising up your neck. "I thought if I said anything you would fire me," you muttered quietly, almost as if it were a confession.
Heeseung shook his head slowly and his gaze seemed to soften. "Fire you?" he repeated quietly, barely above a whisper. "You have no idea how hard I've been trying not to fall in love with you."
None of you spoke for a long moment, just the sound of your uneven breathing and muffled music from outside. He took one step closer, hesitating briefly, his hand hovering like he was asking without words.
You didn't retreat.
The world outside the door may as well not have existed; for that moment, it was just you and him—two people who had pretended for too long.
Heeseung searched your eyes, searching for something, permission maybe, or the same pull that was torturing him for months. Whatever it was, he must've found it; his hand came up gently, fingers brushing your jaw in such a careful touch, it nearly made you shiver.
And then he leaned in.
The kiss was soft at first—hesitant, testing, like he still couldn't believe this was real. But, once you didn't pull away, the tension you had both been swallowing for months snapped.
It deepened—not desperate, but filled with everything the two of you had been holding back.
You felt his breath tremble against yours, when you finally broke apart; his forehead was resting against yours, and for a moment neither of you could speak.
"....I shouldn't have done that," he whispered, voice raw, but his thumb was still tracing slow circles against your cheek.
"But I wanted you to," you whispered back, voice dipped in raw honesty that had built up inside of you for so long. Your hand lifted and covered his on your cheek, pressing it closer, to ground him there and make sure he didn't pull away now that the dam had finally broken.
Heeseung's eyes searched yours again, darker now, pupils blown open with a mix of lust and that lingering tension. His thumb had stopped its gentle tracing, and instead, his fingers slid into your hair, pulling the back of your head with a pressure that sent warmth creeping down your spine.
"You don't know how many times I've pictured this" he said, his voice hushed and rough around the edges from the restraint he was putting on himself, "every single look, every on accident touch... it was killing me."
Before you could even process your own thoughts, he found your mouth again, but this time he was more sure of himself and he pressed your lips together with want.
His mouth worked deliberately against yours, tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste your mouth deeply, exploring with a slow and deliberate stroke that made your knees weak.
You leaned against him, your free hand tightening in the fabric of his white button up as you tried to bring him closer to you until your bodies were completely pressed together. The heat radiated from him through your clothing, and you could feel his chest rise and fall against yours, his heartbeat thundering against your own.
He broke away from the kiss only to start trailing his lips along the outside of your jaw, nipping ever so lightly at the surrounding sensitive spot before starting to move down to your neck. His breath was hot against your pulse point, and when he sucked ever so slightly, a soft moan fell from your lips involuntarily. "God, the sounds you make," he mumbled against your skin, his free hand moving down to your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to hold you in place as he shifted his hips forward unyieldingly, pressing his growing hardness in his pants against your thigh. The action alone made you gasp, your body naturally reacting with heat rolling through your core, warmth building between your legs. You arched your head back to give him further access as your fingers threaded through his hair to keep him in that same spot. "Heeseung," you breathed, the name in between a plea and a promise. He let out deep groan from deep in his throat, the vibration humming against your neck as he began to kiss his way back to your mouth.
His hand at your waist slid under your blouse, palm resting on bare skin of your stomach, sliding slowly, teasingly higher, until his thumb brushed against the underside of your breast. The contact felt electric, forcing you to arch into him, your nipple instantly tightening beneath the thin fabric of your bra. He pulled away just enough for you to look at him with heavy-lidded eyes as he gazed at you wantonly. "Tell me to stop if it's too much." He said, voice strained, but his body was betraying him—and you could feel his cock twitch against you. He was hard beneath you, but you didn't want him to stop. Not now, and not when everything felt so right despite the time it took to get here. "Don't stop," your hand guiding his higher, suggesting he should cup your breast entirely. He did, and it was gentle at first, then he squeezed firmly as you whimpered into his mouth. He played with your nipple through the lace, and you felt the shockwaves travel straight to your core, where you were already beginning to wet and ache for more. Heeseung's resolve cracked further with that sound, and each kiss grew fervent as he backed you closer toward the nearest wall, pinning you there with his body. You felt one of his thighs slip between your legs, pressing up against your pussy, the pressure devastating and perfect. You instinctively rocked against him, grinding down on the firm muscle of his leg, craving the friction building, while his hand dug into your breast, pinching your nipple just hard enough so that you cry out. "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long," he murmured in between kisses, and his other hand gripped your hip to stabilize you on your grinds. "To feel you coming undone because of me."
You were about to say something, about how you needed this, how you had dreamed of him too, but all you could make was soft, needy whimpers as your aching pussy peeled against his hard thigh, the friction edging closer with unforgiving impulses.
Heeseung wore a smirk against your skin, gaze gleaming with that overpowering amount of tenderness and gentle control—he meant to bring you to the edge and keep you there just long enough before the sensation of release finally set in, only to marvel at every pathetic sound that made you beautiful to him.
"Not yet," he murmured, low, but with commanding passion that he had bottled up until now.
The hands that were holding you now moved with intent—fingers hooking, pulling at the hem of your blouse, lifting it slowly over your head. The cool air of the bathroom hitting your exposed skin made your nipples tighten beautifully against the lace of your bra just for him, but there was no hiding the way he thoroughly looked through your body and devoured every shallow breath as he tossed the shirt aside.
Then came the skirt, fingers unzipping and sliding the skirt slowly down your hips until it catch around your ankles, mildly exposing what you had left on. You stepped out of the garment, completely exposed and nearly naked, except for your underwear, your body tingling with excitement from the way he was looking at you.
He shrugged off his blazer in one smooth move, allowing it to drop to the floor. His shoulders flexed against his white dress shirt, which hugged him tightly. Without asking, he picked you up with ease and his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he placed you on the bathroom counter.
The marble felt cool against your ass compared to the heat radiating off of him as he stepped between your legs and left you trapped within him. His lips returned to your jaw, showering soft, deliberate kisses. Each kiss raised shivers that raced from your ass to the top of your head.
Your own hands, driven by the raw need pulsing through you, reached for him—fingers fumbling with his belt buckle, the metal clinking softly in the quiet space.
It was his birthday, after all; you wanted to give him an extra something, to take control in this small way, to show him how badly you craved pleasing him too. You tugged the belt off, then worked the rest until his pants were near to falling off. His cock strained against the boxers, thick, hard, and outlining, making your mouth water and your core clench with need. You hooked your fingers into the waistband and yanked them down his thighs enough to palm the cock through thin material. Heeseung hissed at your touch, his kisses faltering for a second as his hips jerked forward involuntarily searching for more friction.
"Fuck, your hands..." He groaned out and nipped at your earlobe before soothing it with his tongue. One hand slid up your back, unhooking your bra with practiced ease, while the other dipped between your legs, fingers tracing the damp edge of your panties. He didn't push them aside yet, just teased, circling your clit through the fabric with light pressure that had you whimpering again, your grip tightening on him. You shoved his boxers down next, his cock springing free—heavy, veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Your fingers wrapped around the base, stroking upward slowly, feeling him throb in your palm as you jerked him off with deliberate pulls, thumb swiping over the head to spread the slickness. Heeseung's breath stuttered against your neck, his dominant edge sharpening as he captured your wrist gently but firmly, guiding your hand to a slower rhythm. "Easy, baby," he whispered, voice rough with restraint, his free hand finally slipping your panties to the side. His fingers delved into your wetness, two sliding inside your pussy with a curl that hit just right, making your back arch off the counter. He pumped them steadily, thumb pressing your clit in firm circles now, building you back up while his mouth claimed yours in a deep, possessive kiss.
Your hands on his cock lost their rhythm as the pleasure clenched tight in your belly but you didn't stop—twisting your wrist on the up around the base, just tight enough to pull that deep guttural moan from him. His hips rocked into your hand, fucking your fist while he finger fucked you, the sound of your combined wetness echoing against the bathroom tiles.
The emotional heaviness of it all—the stolen glances, the unspoken longing—made the air heavy. Every touch felt electric, every feeling imminent. He pulled away from kissing you to watch your face, while keeping his eyes locked on yours—the conflicts of passion only burning brighter now, inviting him to take what he had wanted for far too long.
"Come for me first," he said softly, holding you still as he thrust into you deeper and faster while his thumb rubbed against your clit.
The command behind his voice and how he gazed into you pushed you over the edge—your pussy clenched around his fingers as wave after wave of orgasm washed through you, your hand tightening in your fist to keep him from escaping as you called out his name.
He then retracted his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick clean, a smirk returning as he tasted you. "My turn," he said hoarsely, taking your hand to continue stroking him fully, his body tightening with promise.
Heeseung gaze was locked on yours, dark and free of inhibition as he dug his fingers into the soaked fabric of your panties and yanked them down your thighs in one pull. The damp lace slipped across your skin leaving you open on the counter, your pussy shone and swollen from your orgasm, still craving more.
He wasted no time—tossed them aside, as his hands gripped your hips tight, spreading your legs even wider as he settled between them. His cock was heavy, sticking against your leg with the thick swollen tip leaking pre-cum onto your skin now hot and sticky. You could feel him heating from within, throbbing as you still had your hand wrapped around the base of him, stroking him firmly as you kept him on the edge of pleasure.
But Heeseung wasn't in the mood for teasing anymore. It was his birthday, and that desire in his eyes told you he was over waiting—he was going to claim you, fuck you dumb, and make you feel all of the months of built-up desire every day since then.
"Fuck, I've waited too long for this," he growled, voice deep and raspy, his fingers digging into your ass once again, lifting you slightly so he could lined his cock up with your dripping entrance.
Without anymore warning, he thrust forward; hard, rough, burying his cock balls deep inside your pussy all in one brutal stroke. The stretch burned so good, your walls clenching around his girth as he filled you up completely, his cock hitting the back of your cervix as you cried out with the sudden pain of being split open on his cock.
You gasped, nails scraping down his shoulders through his shirt, your body jolting against the counter from his invasion. He gave you no time to adjust, his hips snapping back only to thruster forward again, rough and relentless whether you liked it or not, each thrust pounding into you with a wet slap that echoed throughout the bathroom.
His cock dragged past your sensitive insides, finding that spot deep inside of your body again that made stars burst behind your eyelids, pleasure bordering on pain as he fucked you like he owned you.
"That's it, take my cock," he grunted, one hand braced on the counter, the other keeping your thigh pinned open, spread for his brutal pace.
Sweat pooled on his forehead, his shirt sticking to his chest as he drove inside you harder and faster, the motion causing your tits to bounce with every thrust.
Your pussy was gushing around him, a slick coating his shaft and dripping down to the marble below; the indecent sound of him fucking you filled the air—skin smacking skin, your whines turning to over-the-top moans as he claimed every inch of you.
Heeseung leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy and devouring kiss, his tongue fucking into your mouth in time with his hips, swallowing your cries while he rutted deeper.
He broke the kiss to bite at your neck—teeth grazing your pulse point before sucking hard marking you as his as he relentlessly pistoned his cock, building that coil in your belly again.
"I'm gonna fill this pussy up," he rasped against your skin, thrusts growing erratic and his hips grinding against your clit with every thrust. You could feel him getting thicker inside you, that vein pulsing the length of him, chasing his release.
He wasn't done, though.
His free hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing once again, creating rough circles that had you arching and screaming his name again, as another orgasm washed over you, your walls tightening around him and milking his cock in spasms.
He groaned low and animalistic, slamming in one last time and coming—hot spurts of cum filled your pussy, flooding out around his base as he thrust and coated your insides white. His body shuddered against you, breathing hard, but even as his body stilled, his cock twitched deep inside you, leaving a promise that this was just the beginning of his birthday.
The air felt thick in the cramped bathroom—still except for the faint sound of your uneven breaths. Heeseung was the first of the two of you to make a move. He reached down for your clothes, hands shaking just a little—nerves mixed with the aftershock of what had just happened.
He helped you to get dressed again, careful with each and every touch, as if you were made of glass. His fingers grazed your waist as he fixed the hem of your shirt, fumbling just a little as the drugs still clouded him.
You laughed softly, under your breath, at the oddness of it all and that little sound—that sound that slipped out totally unintentional—caught his attention because he lifted his head to look at you.
Heeseung leaned in and put his lips on yours. He wasn't in a rush this time—it was slow and deliberate and his thumb was tracing your jaw before he put his lips on your cheek, your jawline, the corner of your mouth.
"You okay?" he said against your skin, in a hoarse voice, but soft.
You nodded gently, your eyes feeling softer. "You?"
"Never better," he murmured back, brushing your hair away from your face again before taking your hand.
Eventually when you finally stepped out of the bathroom together, the dim lights of the VIP room greeted you—along with a few knowing smirks. Sunghoon was the first to raise a brow, an unspoken teasing emotion flickering in his expression. Jake stifled a laugh, elbowing Jay, and you felt your face heat instantly.
Heeseung didn't particularly mind what they thought. Even though his friends were throwing him smirks and side-eyes, he didn't try to conceal you, so he simply fixed his blazer around your shoulders; the thick fabric was warm and definitely smelled like him.
You glanced up at him, flustered, and he just replied with a low murmur, "You're cold."
You wanted to go home—or maybe his home if you were really being honest with yourself—and somehow the rest of them tagged along. Jake had added, half-joking, that they should have a sleepover, but Sunghoon was already calling for the driver, and all of a sudden everyone was at Heeseung's penthouse an hour later.
It was the sort of a place that shouted quiet luxury—tall glass windows, inky and soft lighting, and tasteful furniture that probably cost more than your apartment. But Heeseung, sleeves rolled up, hair still tousled, made it feel nothing but soft and lived-in.
Everyone quickly changed into whatever they could find to wear to bed, and they ordered delivery for a late snack. You didn't pack a change of clothes, obviously, and Heeseung noticed right away.
He didn't have to say much before he walked over to his massive walk-in closet and returned with a black silk pajama set.
"Here," he said simply, handing it to you. "They might be a little big, but-"
You smiled softly as you took them from him. "Thanks, boss."
He blinked, his smile growing ever so slightly. "Just Heeseung tonight, okay?"
You jumped in the shower, and quickly slipped into the pajamas, feeling how cool and soft it was against your skin. The sleeves were long enough to drape over your wrists. The pants pooled slightly at your ankles as you pulled the drawstring tight to secure them.
They had a faint smell of him, you could pick out the clean cologne, but also some warmth, something a little deeper under the scent of the cologne.
When you emerged from the bathroom, towel drying your hair rummaging through the bathroom drawers for hair clip, you found everyone already lounging in the living room; takeout food boxes everywhere and laughter ringing out.
Heeseung was splayed across the couch with one arm lazily resting on the back, but his eyes immediately found yours. His eyes softened and that subtle shy smile began to make its return back to his face.
"Fits you better than I thought," he said quietly enough that you could hear when you sat down next to him.
You rolled your eyes, but your small smile betrayed you. "They are practically falling off me."
He moved just a little closer and softly said, "Guess I would have to hold you then so they don't."
Jake's loud groan disrupted the moment. "Okay, lovebirds, not in front of the food!"
You covered your face in your hands laughing and Heeseung just smirked; not denying it at all.
