!!a/n: saw his vlog and had to quickly stir something up. just some food for thought, even though I know that his room is probably so empty that it echoes lmaoo.
nerdy bf! Heeseung usually isn’t the type to invite anyone over to his place. Whenever you and he hang out or have date night in, it’s always at yours. Your apartment is pretty small, but at least you have the entire place to yourself, unlike your boyfriend, who shares his with other people. However, one day out of the blue he decides to invite you over — for the very first time.
nerdy bf! Heeseung, who unpatiently patiently waits at his front door for your arrival. He jumps up for any faint sound that comes from behind the door, hoping that it’s you, only to fall back from disappointment, realising that it’s just his next-door neighbour coming back from his night shift.
nerdy bf! Heeseung, who is absolutely excited for you to come over for the very first time. He spent the entire afternoon the day before cleaning and dusting every nook and cranny. Heeseung even went out of his way to get all of your favourite snacks and drinks, making sure to provide you with anything you needed or craved.
nerdy bf! Heeseung want to show off all of his special interests to you; The huge shelf in his room full of action figures, of his favourite game and anime series, even multiple limited editions that go for thousand of dollars, the unexpectingly large Sanrio plushy collection that is piled up on his bed or his binder full of some of the rarest Pokemon cards — doesn’t matter, he want to show it all off to you.
nerdy bf! Heeseung jumps up like a massive dog upon hearing you knock on the door. He welcomes you in with the biggest teethy smile you have ever seen on him, and before you can have a good look at the place or even take off your shoes, he pulls you into his arms. He has you tightly against his chest, and his head is placed on the nook of your neck, and you can feel his big ass cheeky smile against your warm skin. You barely have time to process whatever just happened before he starts placing small kisses against your temple “I’m glad you came”, he said before pulling away and letting you take off your shoes by the front door.
nerdy bf! Heeseung briefly shows you around the place before guiding you to his room, or his little “man cave” as he likes to call it. You blink up in surprise upon entering. You knew your boyfriend was kinda nerdy, kinda geeky and that, but you didn’t expect his room to be this filled to the brim. Every single wall was plastered with posters; his favourite musical artist, anime, manga, and polaroids of you together. The bed was full of plushies, his desk with only his gaming setup on it, and every single shelf packed with figurines and comics. How the hell can he afford this?
nerdy bf! Heeseung starts showing you around his room. He starts one-by-one explaining the lore behind every single character on his shelf and the backstory on how he got the figurines. I think you would really enjoy this series, babe, and this one and fdjasifdalnfdjsä. You plopp down on his bed, trying to be supportive about his interests, but he keeps switching around and speeding up his speech, making it difficult and kinda exhausting to keep up with his blabbering.
nerdy bf! Heeseung, who quickly apologieses for draning you with his “mansplaining,” comes over to sit next to you. You try to deny and tell him to continue, but instead he’s suddenly dashing out of the room unprompted. You stand up, confused. Did you hurt him? However, as he’s by the door, he quickly urges you to sit back down. I’ll be right back, wait!
nerdy bf! Heeseung comes back with his hands behind his back. He looked oddly suspicious to you, but you reluctantly sat back down on the bed, keeping eye contact with him. And before you know it, he shoves a gift box into your hand. You open it up to find a cat plushy, an oddly similar one to the teddy bear that was next to his pillow, except his wasn’t dressed up in a tuxedo like yours; it was dressed in a white gown.
nerdy bf! Heeseung, who confesses that he got you matching plushies, so that you can think of him everytime before you go to bed. He hold eye contact with you for a split secound before looking away in flusterness. You swiftly come up to hug him, thanking him for this unexpected surprise. You stand on your tippy toes to press dozens of kisses across his flushed face in gratitude.
nerdy bf! Heeseung comes crashing down on you and onto the bed, without a second thought. Poor my melody plushies falling off the bed due to the impact. He lays on top of you and pulls you into a deep kiss. It was passionate and full of love. However, you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of thousand of eyes sharing this intimate moment with the both of you, making Heeseung pull away some what confused. Are you laughing at me? You don’t even answer before pulling him back in with a massive grin.
!! synopsis: after years of feeling lost, isolated, and stuck in a grueling routine as a trainee at HYBE, having been scouted alongside your cousin Yunjin back in 2017, you reach a breaking point, contemplating quitting your dreams altogether. Late one night while processing your burnout in an empty practice room, you have a chance encounter with Lee Heeseung, otherwise known as Evan. What begins as a series of shy, unexpected exchanges quickly turns into quiet connection and mutual affection between you.
!! warning: english is not my first language so grammar might be off, not really proofread
!! a/n: this wasnt supposed to be this long, i kinda got carried away on the details with Yunjin in the beginning. ups. I love Heeseung can you tell? Im still getting the hang of uploading on here so don't mind me lol
!! wc: 3.4k
Blazing white overhead lights illuminated the practice room. The air conditioning roared, and footsteps and hurried voices drifted past the closed door. You lay on the floor in the middle of the room, unable to stop your mind from wandering.
Eight years and two months ago, you were on vacation in Seoul, South Korea with your female cousins, your very first girls’ trip. It’s a memory that sits deep in your heart, truly unforgettable; the constant tipsiness of your older cousins, the chaos that erupted every night, the laughter, the ice cream for every meal. Everything.
2017 - Instagram at its peak. Of course, you and your cousins posted every second of the trip; breakfast buffets, shopping bags, group selfies, literally everything. Those silly little posts are what led to you being discovered by one of South Korea’s biggest talent agencies, Source Music. A cute selfie with your cousin Yunjin is what gave you the chance to potentially live out the South Korean dream. It’s not an everyday thing to get scouted through Instagram DMs. This could be your only shot, so you’d better take it.
But… Well… you weren’t really that interested at the time, unlike Yunjin. She had always been a massive K-pop fan, especially of Twice. Looking back, now you get it. How on earth can you resist the charm of nine absolutely breathtaking, hardworking women? Yunjin was determined to become a part of the quote-on-quote “next generation’s Twice”. She was ready to seize this one-in-one-million opportunity.
As soon as the plane touched down back home, Yunjin got straight to work. She found a vocal coach, took beginner dance classes, and even dyed her hair light brown. She was doing the most. Meanwhile, you stayed home most of the time, doing little more than playing video games and sleeping. Like how millennial women live by the motto “Live, laugh, love,” you lived by “Eat, sleep, repeat” 24/7, every day, all day. You had no ambitions or hobbies like your peers. While they were going out, dating, partying, and having fun, you were stuck in your bedroom, glued to your chair, staring at your computer screen. Also, you didn’t have friends outside of Discord, and people at school avoided you. You were a complete outsider. A loser, one might say.
RING-RING. It was Yunjin. “Hey, girlll!” she puffed into the speaker, clearly out of breath. “Have you considered going to the in-person audition yet or no?”
“Eh, not really,” you said in a flat, monotone voice, annoyed that she kept bringing it up. It had been months, and she was still mentioning it, even though you’d said “no” countless times. At every family gathering, hangout, or school lunch, it was always, “Have you thought about it yet?”, her big, glimmering eyes looking up at you, full of hope. You were sick of it. You didn’t want to keep having the same conversation over and over again.
“You know you’ll probably never get an offer like this again, right? C’mon—it’ll be fun. Think about it,” she replied, completely missing the irritation in your voice. Or maybe she was ignoring it on purpose, trying to be cheeky.
“Yunjinnie, I’ve told you a million times already. I don’t want to be an idol. Don’t you get it? This whole recurring conversation is really getting on my nerves,” you said, rolling your eyes, glad she couldn’t see your expression from the other end or else she would have completely torn you into shreds.
“Okay, okay, sorry. Will you at least come with me? It’s coming up soon, and I’m really nervous. I need you there. Pleasseeee,” she whined, like a little kid whose mother refuses to buy them candy at the store. She sounded as if she was on the verge of throwing a tantrum. Oh, and her face. You couldn’t see her face, but you knew she was wearing that puppy-like expression. The one she always used when she wanted to get her way; pouty lips, droopy eyes, upturned eyebrows, even the slouch in her posture, you could practically picture it through the phone.
You agreed, though hesitantly. If that were what it took to make her stop, you’d do it. She cooed in relief, pure excitement. “Thank you! Can’t wait!” you remembered her saying, overly enthusiastic and clearly pleased with herself that she’d gotten her way again, that she’d made you fold in a blink of an eye.
You chuckle at yourself. Still sprawled out on the floor like a starfish. Oh, how you miss those old times. Back when you could do what you loved all day - play video games, talk with your online friends, do nothing. It’s not that you hated dancing, singing and performing. It’s that you just feel some emptiness inside of you. An emptiness that can not be filled no matter how hard you try. You go out with your colleagues every now and then. You drink, you party a little bit, just like how younger you would have wanted you to. However, nowadays, due to your hectic training schedule, you barely even touch your computer, switch or even play mobile games. You don’t find the same fun as you used to in these things. Every day always looks the same, just like back then but different, like the grown-up sad beige version. Vocal lessons, dance practise, group rehearsals, training evaluations once a month and sleep (barely) and repeat. Nothing is fulfilling. Nothing is fun. Now that you think about it, you probably look dead or batshit crazy just lying here alone, long after everybody left. The only people at the company right now are probably artists, who have a comeback coming up soon, and janitors; the trainees have all gone home. All except you.
January 23rd, 2018 - audition day. You and Yunjin landed at Incheon Airport the day before. The whole journey to South Korea had been hectic and stressful. You had to book the flights yourself, which you honestly didn’t expect from a company that founded one of the greatest female vocal groups of all time, Gfriend. But realistically, you shouldn’t have assumed they would fly you out, after all, this is real life, not some Wattpad fantasy. Besides, Source Music didn’t have the same budget as they do now under HYBE. They’ve got that HYBE money now. Maybe if you’d been scouted today, they would’ve provided you with every little luxury - business class seats, 5-star hotels and down to a private driver.
The in-person-audition hall was dimly lit and filled with people: casting managers, vocal and dance trainers, in-house staff and a pretty long line of auditioners. You and Yunjin turned to each other, clearly thinking the same thing, “Fuck”. You weren’t even the one auditioning, and yet you felt the immense pressure coming from the audience.
You turned to head out the door so you could wait for Yunjin outside, but she yanked your hand back so sharply that you shrieked, drawing everyone’s attention. All eyes snapped at the two of you. Your face burned with embarrassment, cheeks flushing into a light pink. You wanted nothing more than to dash out of the building and swim across the Pacific Ocean back home. Still, you didn’t want to cause an even bigger scene, so you complied and stood in line beside your cousin, who was clearly even more nerve-wrecked than you. This definitely left a bad first impression on the casting crew.
As the line grew shorter and more people were dismissed, your anxiety intensified. But why? You weren’t even here to perform, Yunjin was. “Since when did I care?” you thought to yourself, confused by your own emotions. “Yunjin dragged me here. I didn’t want to be here. Am I… second-guessing myself?” The questions kept piling up in your mind.
“NEXT!” one of the casting members called. Yunjin quickly let go of your arm and glanced back at you with a nervous, trembling smile. You mouthed, “You’ve got this,” before stepping back to make room for the people behind you. She turned towards the judges with a steadier, more confident smirk.
Wow. Not only did she look utterly stunning with her chocolate locks and tall, slim figure, she also sounded absolutely heavenly. Her voice was firm and captivating, nothing like the contestants before her. Her shoes clacked against the hard wooden floor. You didn’t know anything about dance or singing, but damn, she was good. When she finished her heart-stopping performance, the audience applauded, their micro-expressions showing quiet contentment.
The moment Yunjin stepped away, she pulled you into a warm hug. “It’s finally over,” she whispered, the stress of the past few months finally leaving her body. As you both headed for the door, one of the female staff members called out, “Young lady, how about you?” You spun around, startled, eyes wide, jaw dropping. “What?” you asked, your voice shaking and filled with nervousness.
“You waited in line all this time just to not perform? Come on, at least give it a try. You definitely have the visuals.” She beckoned you back.
You looked at Yunjin, who wore an encouraging expression: soft, warm eyes, a gentle smile, the kind you only see in movies, and her head slightly tilted. She gave you a light push, urging you to step forward.
To this day, you still don’t know what compelled you to do it. You had never even touched a microphone in your life and don’t even mention dancing. You were absolutely horrendous. Maybe that’s why you were never invited to high school parties. You stood there, unsure what to do, then grabbed the mic and sang the only song you knew by heart: Empire State of Mind by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys, your go-to karaoke song.
Maybe it was your confidence, maybe it was your face saving you or maybe they truly just saw the raw potential inside of you. Nonetheless your monstrous performance that day is what led you to today.
You were lost in thought, reminiscing the past, completely forgetting where you were and what you were doing in the present. You barely saw your cousin anymore ever since she debuted as an idol. If life as a trainee wasn’t already exhausting and demanding enough, you couldn’t even imagine how brutal idol schedules must be. You knew you shouldn’t be jealous, being an idol wouldn’t magically take away all your problems, but you couldn’t help feeling envious. Even though you both started training at the same time, she made it before you.
You’ve been contemplating leaving HYBE and Korea as a whole for the last few months, ready to leave this dream behind. Jealousy really is a disease you can’t seem to cure. Eight years and two months, wasted. Deep in your heart you know, no matter where you are, back home or in South Korea, you'll always feel two steps behind your peers. You want to quit.
You let out a sigh you didn’t even realize you’d been holding and grab your phone to check the time. 11:24 p.m. “Oh my gosh. How long have I been lying here?” you ask yourself, bewildered by your sense of time. You hurriedly sit up, and before you’re even on your feet, you hear the practice room door opening. Was it a ghost? A staff member coming to scold you for staying late again? Who else would still be at the company at this hour? Your mind raced with countless thoughts, and your heart pounded in your chest.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know someone was still in here,” you heard a soft-spoken man say. You hurriedly stand up to bow, apologizing for taking up the space and insisting you were about to leave anyway. Then you look up and recognize him.
The man at the door is Lee Heeseung, otherwise known as Evan. He’s bare-faced, yet somehow still stupidly handsome. You stand there for a moment, staring in disbelief, before quickly running to grab your bag from the corner of the room.
“OH MY GOSH,” you think to yourself, your back turned to him.
You heard footsteps coming closer, then stopping. “No need to rush. I’m just here to get the practice shoes that I forgot in here earlier,” he says in a calm but clearly shy voice. Heeseung wears a soft, friendly smile. You let out an awkward, breathy chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. The introvert in you is dying, you absolutely hate interacting with other people, especially men, but you can’t help feeling a magnetic pull towards him. Before you can stop yourself, you toss a bold remark over your shoulder as you head for the door, “Careful how you look at me, your face could kill many.” You hurry out, regretting what you said even as the words were leaving your mouth.
Heeseung’s jaw dropped, surprised by the sudden boldness. His ears quickly turned red with embarrassment, heat rising to his cheeks. He looked at you shyly as you were about to exit the door, then exclaimed, “Wait!” as he rushed towards you. “Do you really mean that?” he asked softly, though it came out more teasing than he intended.
Your cheeks instantly flushed red. You stuttered and fumbled over your words, unsure what to say, you hadn’t expected him to come running after you. “Uh, uh, uhm, ah…” was all you managed to utter. You looked down at your feet in embarrassment, wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear.
“I think you’re cute too,” he admits, then looks away timidly, unsure what to say next. In the six years since becoming an idol, he’s never really talked to girls like this. He’s flirted playfully with fangirls, but it was never intimate, never real. He never meant it the way he means this sudden confession. Years of fan service don’t compare to this moment. Truthfully, he’s had his eye on you for quite some time. Even back in his rookie days, he’d pass through the HYBE halls and spot you talking with other trainees. Your glittering eyes caught his attention immediately, the way you carried yourself, your silky hair, your sharp shoulders, the curves of your body, the golden aura around you. He couldn't resist you, couldn't look away.
You were the reason Heeseung always stopped by the company canteen. Nobody likes canteen food, even if it comes from a multi-billion conglomerate like HYBE, yet he still went, no matter how bland it was. He wanted to see you. To see you smile. To hear your soft voice. Heeseung wanted you like nothing else in the world. But you always left him a little disappointed when you didn’t even look his way or acknowledge his presence. You never spared him a glance, and it broke his heart. You were the only thing that filled his mind - day in and day out, on tour and off. You consumed his thoughts like some kind of virus. Oh, but how he loved it.
“Uh, I, um… I think… How about I walk you home? N-not in a weird way! It's just that it’s dark and late, and you know how-” he said, stumbling over his words, lifting his hand to scratch his head. He’d waited more than half a decade to exchange even a single word with you and to have you look at him like this. “Her face is even more beautiful up close”, he thought, a faint smile forming on the corners of his mouth.
You accidentally cut him off before he could even finish his sentence by quickly answering in approval. Noticing how red his ears are, you wonder whether he’s embarrassed by the awkwardness or if he feels something for you. Ears don’t turn red for no reason, after all.
The walk out was awkward. Neither of you said anything. Regardless the air was filled with a comfortable silence and a weirdly familiar warmth. Despite your shared shyness, the atmosphere between you felt comfortable and intimate. You didn’t need to exchange words, you could feel it, and before you knew it, you were already by the building exit.
The night breeze was a stark contrast to your warm, exposed arms, sending a shiver down your spine. “Are you cold? Here, my jacket,” he said and before you could even process the words he was saying, he draped his black zip-up hoodie over your shoulders. It was as if he’d read your mind. The kind gesture made your heart flutter and somehow made him a hundred times more attractive.
“I—thank you. You don’t have to,” you managed to say quietly. He answered with an affectionate smile. He motioned for you to take the lead, but you misunderstood and grabbed his hand instead. Heeseung let out a small gasp at your boldness, then let out a quiet giggle. You promptly apologized and tried to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened, making it impossible to slip your fingers free. Your heart pounded so loudly he could probably hear it from where he stood. “Let’s go now before it gets too late, you have practice early in the morning tomorrow,” he told you, tugging gently to start walking.
You didn’t live too far from the company building, so the walk was manageable. At first, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to be rude by staying silent, but your shyness made it impossible to start a conversation. Then you realized you didn’t need to say anything, the intimate gesture of holding hands said everything that needed to be said. With your hand still interlocked with his, you could barely think straight. You kept staring at your entangled fingers, making it hard for Heeseung not to notice.
“Sorry, are you uncomfortable?” he said gently, loosening his grip and starting to let go of your hand. You looked up at him and reassured him with a slightly awkward smile that it was fine, and that he shouldn’t let go.
You and Heeseung cross the road and pass the convenience store with its bright neon lights, the only one in the area, until, before you know it, you’re standing at your front steps.
“Ahah… thank you so much for walking me home, Heeseung sunbaenim. You really didn’t have to,” you say, 90 degree-bowing in gratitude and a little bit apologetic and then looking up directly into his hazelnut-brown eyes that were hiding behind black-rimmed glasses. He looks so handsome like this, messy hair, bare face, casual clothes and glasses. You want to kiss him so badly.
“Anytime. And please, no need for the formality. Just call me Heeseung,” he replied, looking at your face, dimly lit by the city lights. He tried to appear nonchalant, but his heart said otherwise. It was practically leaping out of his chest. He couldn’t believe he’d just held hands with the woman of his dreams. He used to fantasize about days -no, nights like this.
He turned to leave when you suddenly called out, “Wait!” The volume startled him, and he flinched. He watched you rummage through your bag, clearly searching for something, not knowing what, before you pulled out your phone. “Uh… my number. Take my number,” you tried to say softly, but it came out firmer than you intended as you held your phone out to him. Heeseung stared at you in disbelief, and you couldn’t tell whether that was a good sign or a bad one. His eyebrows lifted, his mouth slightly open in an O shape, his posture leaning forward, clearly amused by you.
You were about to pull away when he took it from your hands in one swift movement. He typed his number into your phone, then looked up at you with a playful smirk. “You’re bold. I like it,” he said with a snarky edge, pressing a kiss to your phone before handing it back to you. You look at him with unreadable eyes, unsure what to do, so your body moves on its own. You press your lips to the exact spot Heeseung kissed and close your eyes. You let out a soft, delicate, “Thank you, Heeseung,” before turning to open the apartment door.
He looked at you in astonishment, not knowing what to say or do. Would kissing you right now be overstepping? But you had just indirectly kissed him right in front of him. He let out a soft giggle before finally turning to leave, “Good night, see you tomorrow?” he asked, before making his this time for real. He glanced back once more and gave you a small wave.
“Yeah… I’d love that,” you said, grinning as you rushed into the dorm, thrilled and excited, but careful not to wake anyone. You wanted nothing more than to scream into your pillow. Who knew that contemplating your life decisions could lead you to such a fine man?
p.s im thinking of making this into a twoshot or perhaps even a mini series. what do you think? hope it was okay and you guys liked it <3
“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, leaning against the marble kitchen island, eyebrows raised in a pitiful, puppy-eyed look.
He watched you as you stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of your shared apartment, taking in the glittering skyline of the city below. They don’t call it “the city that never sleeps” for nothing. The constant rush of cars, groups of young adults girls on the way to a night out, the rowdiness and grime of the nightlife. This is what New York City is about. And yet here you are, trapped in a huge apartment with Heeseung, your boyfriend of three years, with whom you have been fighting for the past 2 hours.
You don’t even spare him a glance at the sound of his voice. You keep your back turned to him, as if the light-polluted, starless night sky is the most fascinating thing in the world. Stubborn as ever. Deep down, you want to give in. You want to fall into his strong arms, feel the familiar warmth of his tall, lean body, as if he were the sun itself. You want to… but you won’t. Not this time. You want to stand your ground and show him.
“Babeee…” he murmured, pushing off the counter and moving toward you slowly. “Please, stop ignoring me. I told you it’s nothing serious, really. You need to stop worrying so much about me,” he said in that velvety, honeyed voice. Not his usual teasing voice, that he uses when talking to you.
“Not that serious? You had a circulatory collapse at practice and didn’t think to tell me? Nothing my ass,” you scoff, finally turning to face him, still shaken and hurt. It felt like he didn’t trust you enough to tell you. Like you didn’t deserve to know. You knew you were probably overthinking it and that he didn’t mean it that way, but you couldn’t stop reading between the lines and feel hurt.
“Do you have a death wish?” you ask, hollow, staring straight into his stunning chocolate caramel eyes. Normally, Heeseungie looks like Prince Charming himself. Eyes that captivate everyone, a slim, straight nose, the perfect centerpiece to his absolute masterpiece of a face and cherry-kissed lips so plump, they’re impossible to ignore. A kind of beauty that truly only shows up once in a billion years. But right now, he looks devastated. Gutted. Sad? In the three years of your relationship, you’ve never seen him like this. Not even when his favorite pet fish died, which you thought was the most heartbroken you had ever see him.
You open your mouth to continue with your blather, when he suddenly pulls you into his arms, wrapping them loosely around your waist and sinking his head into your shoulder. The scent of his shampoo, cologne, and sweat fills your nose. His soft skin brushes yours, and your heart can’t help but flutter in his embrace. Gosh, how you LOVE when he clings to you like you’re the only woman on the planet. Seeing him like this makes something inside you go feral. You want nothing more than to throw him onto the couch and kiss him maniac style. But you resist. “Y/N, don’t you dare cave in. Have your boundaries, have some self-respect”, you remind yourself.
Then his lips brush your neck and jaw in soft, apologetic kisses, yanking you out of your thoughts. You can’t help the small wince at the ticklish feeling, a smile threatening to form.
“What are you doing?” you whisper.
“Showing you how sorry I am,” he replies, before pressing a peck to the corner of your mouth.
Heat rushes up your chest to your face, a light pink creeping on the apples of your cheeks. “Don’t cave in. Don’t cave in,”you repeat to yourself, right before you lean forward and crash your lips to his, one hand of either side of his cheeks. Gosh, how you missed him, even though he never left. He pulls you closer, grip tightening at your waist as if you might disappear if he lets go.
The kiss is passionate, gentle, and soulful. Breathtaking. Neither of you wants to pull away, afraid some invisible force will tear you apart. When you break apart to catch your breath, you can’t help yourself from thinking how good he looks like this. A faint red tint colors his face, his lips plumper than before, his eyes lit like little stars.
He straightens his back and reaches for your hand, not taking it, just offering. leaving it up to you to extend or withdraw. You glance down at his trembling fingers, then up at the hope and anticipation in his face. You hesitate for a moment, but something in you gives in.
“Just this once,” you tell yourself.
You slip your hand into his, and suddenly you’re spun around and guided to the couch. You fall onto it, both of you laughing, giggling and snorting like the last few hours never happened. The shouting, bickering, nothing, none of that. All the tension in the air was gone.
You let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding in and let out a small chuckle. You lean into Heeseung’s broad shoulders. Shoulders that feel made for snuggling in to, and tease him, voice light again.
“Gosh, Heeseung, you’re really insufferable, you know?”
He turns to you, catching the smirk on your lips as you stare at the black TV screen. “But you’re still here, here with me,” he sneers. “You love it. Admit it.” Grinning with his tongue sticking out, he pokes your side, making you flinch.
“Stop, this is so cringe,” you manage to say, before tumbling onto him. He falls onto his back, his head bumping the edge of the couch. You climb on top of him and bury your face in his chest, your ear over his heart, listening to the steady beat, one you could never get sick of.
“Are you happy now?” he says, sarcastic.
“I think we really need to work on our communication skills,” you mumble, burrowing deeper into his chest, closing your eyes and blocking out everything around you.
“Sorry. I’m really sorry, we can talk again tomorrow, ‘kay?” he says, quieter than a whisper, before slowly drifting into dreamland.
p.s my first time writing in english gulp, hope this is an okay debut as a writer on here. This is my first time ever posting anything on here as well, so i’m still working on the layout, tagging and stuff ;C (I don't even know how to make this text smaller lol)
“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, leaning against the marble kitchen island, eyebrows raised in a pitiful, puppy-eyed look.
He watched you as you stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of your shared apartment, taking in the glittering skyline of the city below. They don’t call it “the city that never sleeps” for nothing. The constant rush of cars, groups of young adults girls on the way to a night out, the rowdiness and grime of the nightlife. This is what New York City is about. And yet here you are, trapped in a huge apartment with Heeseung, your boyfriend of three years, with whom you have been fighting for the past 2 hours.
You don’t even spare him a glance at the sound of his voice. You keep your back turned to him, as if the light-polluted, starless night sky is the most fascinating thing in the world. Stubborn as ever. Deep down, you want to give in. You want to fall into his strong arms, feel the familiar warmth of his tall, lean body, as if he were the sun itself. You want to… but you won’t. Not this time. You want to stand your ground and show him.
“Babeee…” he murmured, pushing off the counter and moving toward you slowly. “Please, stop ignoring me. I told you it’s nothing serious, really. You need to stop worrying so much about me,” he said in that velvety, honeyed voice. Not his usual teasing voice, that he uses when talking to you.
“Not that serious? You had a circulatory collapse at practice and didn’t think to tell me? Nothing my ass,” you scoff, finally turning to face him, still shaken and hurt. It felt like he didn’t trust you enough to tell you. Like you didn’t deserve to know. You knew you were probably overthinking it and that he didn’t mean it that way, but you couldn’t stop reading between the lines and feel hurt.
“Do you have a death wish?” you ask, hollow, staring straight into his stunning chocolate caramel eyes. Normally, Heeseungie looks like Prince Charming himself. Eyes that captivate everyone, a slim, straight nose, the perfect centerpiece to his absolute masterpiece of a face and cherry-kissed lips so plump, they’re impossible to ignore. A kind of beauty that truly only shows up once in a billion years. But right now, he looks devastated. Gutted. Sad? In the three years of your relationship, you’ve never seen him like this. Not even when his favorite pet fish died, which you thought was the most heartbroken you had ever see him.
You open your mouth to continue with your blather, when he suddenly pulls you into his arms, wrapping them loosely around your waist and sinking his head into your shoulder. The scent of his shampoo, cologne, and sweat fills your nose. His soft skin brushes yours, and your heart can’t help but flutter in his embrace. Gosh, how you LOVE when he clings to you like you’re the only woman on the planet. Seeing him like this makes something inside you go feral. You want nothing more than to throw him onto the couch and kiss him maniac style. But you resist. “Y/N, don’t you dare cave in. Have your boundaries, have some self-respect”, you remind yourself.
Then his lips brush your neck and jaw in soft, apologetic kisses, yanking you out of your thoughts. You can’t help the small wince at the ticklish feeling, a smile threatening to form.
“What are you doing?” you whisper.
“Showing you how sorry I am,” he replies, before pressing a peck to the corner of your mouth.
Heat rushes up your chest to your face, a light pink creeping on the apples of your cheeks. “Don’t cave in. Don’t cave in,”you repeat to yourself, right before you lean forward and crash your lips to his, one hand of either side of his cheeks. Gosh, how you missed him, even though he never left. He pulls you closer, grip tightening at your waist as if you might disappear if he lets go.
The kiss is passionate, gentle, and soulful. Breathtaking. Neither of you wants to pull away, afraid some invisible force will tear you apart. When you break apart to catch your breath, you can’t help yourself from thinking how good he looks like this. A faint red tint colors his face, his lips plumper than before, his eyes lit like little stars.
He straightens his back and reaches for your hand, not taking it, just offering. leaving it up to you to extend or withdraw. You glance down at his trembling fingers, then up at the hope and anticipation in his face. You hesitate for a moment, but something in you gives in.
“Just this once,” you tell yourself.
You slip your hand into his, and suddenly you’re spun around and guided to the couch. You fall onto it, both of you laughing, giggling and snorting like the last few hours never happened. The shouting, bickering, nothing, none of that. All the tension in the air was gone.
You let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding in and let out a small chuckle. You lean into Heeseung’s broad shoulders. Shoulders that feel made for snuggling in to, and tease him, voice light again.
“Gosh, Heeseung, you’re really insufferable, you know?”
He turns to you, catching the smirk on your lips as you stare at the black TV screen. “But you’re still here, here with me,” he sneers. “You love it. Admit it.” Grinning with his tongue sticking out, he pokes your side, making you flinch.
“Stop, this is so cringe,” you manage to say, before tumbling onto him. He falls onto his back, his head bumping the edge of the couch. You climb on top of him and bury your face in his chest, your ear over his heart, listening to the steady beat, one you could never get sick of.
“Are you happy now?” he says, sarcastic.
“I think we really need to work on our communication skills,” you mumble, burrowing deeper into his chest, closing your eyes and blocking out everything around you.
“Sorry. I’m really sorry, we can talk again tomorrow, ‘kay?” he says, quieter than a whisper, before slowly drifting into dreamland.
p.s my first time writing in english gulp, hope this is an okay debut as a writer on here. This is my first time ever posting anything on here as well, so i’m still working on the layout, tagging and stuff ;C (I don't even know how to make this text smaller lol)
