Bodyguard | Heesun

5

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Although Sunoo did warn Heeseung that it might take a long time for him to do what he wanted to do, part of him still feels bad that it's almost midnight and he's still in his studio. But it turns out that it's the first session in a few weeks where he's actually feeling productive and also feeling like what he's doing might actually end up being something good enough to release and not something that is going to join the rest of his deleted songs in the bin.

It's as if the melodies were pouring out of him for once, and he doesn't want to risk leaving and losing it, because who knows how long it will take for him to be inspired again. Maybe it's the fact that he feels... at ease while being here for a change.

He knows that, although Heeseung is somewhere nearby, the boy still hasn't given him any reason to distrust him. If anything, Sunoo thinks he might be the only one that seems to care about his well-being. Or at least, he's really good at pretending.

He'll make the most of this feeling of tranquility while he can.

Sunoo hasn't eaten at all today, but he's so focused on what he's doing that he's not even hungry.

His phone is on airplane mode to make sure that no one disturbs him, and he's in the middle of finishing the melody for a verse when there's a knock on his door.

"I apologize for disturbing you, but..." it's Heeseung, peeking through the door as if he's almost scared of walking inside without permission. He seems to have a bag in his hand that he lifts to show Sunoo, a gentle smile on his lips when he mumbles, almost hesitant, "I ordered tteokbokki. It's growing cold, so—would you like to eat now?"

Sunoo removes his headphones and can't fight the frown on his face. The smell of the food reaches him and his stomach reacts right away betraying him before he can even reject it.

That's his favorite food .

"That's—you didn't have to," he's almost speechless at Heeseung's thoughtfulness. Normally, nobody did something like that for him unless he asked. 

They had one thing clear: they were going to be by Sunoo's side but nobody seemed to care much about what Sunoo wanted. It feels so different now that he's not sure how to react to it.

 "Thank you," he finds himself saying, and the way Heeseung's eyes grow when he hears it almost makes him look away; his cheeks burning up a bit. 

"You can, um, you can sit over there and eat it, if you want," he signals at the couch he has in his office. It's much more comfortable than the chairs outside, that's for sure. Sunoo has slept on it more than once. Doesn't even discard that he might sleep on it today. 

"Or you can go home already," he offers the boy again. He already refused earlier, but earlier it wasn't as late as it is right now, and Sunoo figures Heeseung might've regretted his decision.

"And how will you go home if I'm not here?" Heeseung asks in a playful tone before he steps inside the studio, closing the door behind him. If he's feeling tired, he certainly does not show it. He picks up one of the containers along with the chopsticks, and excitedly offers them to Sunoo—it is almost as if he is celebrating a win. After all, Sunoo didn't refuse, nor did he kick him out of his studio. It is progress, and Heeseung seems to be quite happy about that, as strange as it may seem for Sunoo. "I didn't know if you wanted something else, but I figured you'd like this over any other spicy dish at this hour," he explains his careful choice, and it is almost comical to realize just how much thought he put into something as trivial and simple as ordering food.