Lee Heeseung Imagines

Art

When he walks in on you doing art.

As Heeseung walks into the room, his eyes catch sight of you hunched over your sketchbook, lost in the strokes of your pencil. You freeze at the sound of the door, hastily slamming the book shut and stuffing it into the basket under the bed. He raises an eyebrow at your sudden movement, a curious smile playing on his lips as he approaches.

"What's that?" He gestures to the sketchbook peeking out from under the bed, his tone laced with gentle curiosity.

You shake your head, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "Oh, nothing. Just doodles. You know, random stuff."

But Heeseung is undeterred, his fingers curling around the edge of the basket. With a playful grin, he plucks the sketchbook from its hiding place, ignoring your protests. Sitting down on the bed beside you, he flips through the pages, his eyes lighting up with interest at each drawing.

You feel a flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks as he examines your sketches, revealing your innermost thoughts and emotions through art. "I-I'm not very good," you mumble, averting your gaze.

Heeseung's warm laughter fills the room, his hand reaching out to gently tilt your chin up so you meet his eyes. "Y/N, these are amazing," he reassures you, sincerity shining in his gaze. "You have such talent."

You swallow hard, feeling a surge of warmth at his words. His praise means more to you than you could express. "Thank you," you murmur, a shy smile gracing your lips.

Without warning, Heeseung scoops you up into his arms, settling you comfortably on his lap.

You can't help but laugh at his antics, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at being caught in the act. "Hey, what are you doing?" you protest, half-heartedly trying to wriggle out of his hold.

Heeseung chuckles, his arms wrapping securely around you as he holds you close. "Just making sure you're comfortable," he quips, his voice laced with playful teasing. "Besides, it's not every day I get to have such a talented artist in my lap."

You roll your eyes at his flirty remark, but there's a warmth spreading through your chest at his playful banter. Leaning back against him, you can't help but relax into his embrace, enjoying the comfort of being held by someone who knows you so well.

Heeseung's fingers trace idle patterns on your arm, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you lean into his warmth. "You know, you never cease to amaze me, Y/N," he murmurs softly, his breath warm against your ear. "Your talent, your passion... it's one of the things I love most about you."

Your cheeks flush at his words, feeling a rush of affection for the man holding you. "Thanks, Heeseung," you reply, your voice soft with gratitude. "I'm glad you think so."

Heeseung presses a gentle kiss to your temple, his embrace tightening ever so slightly. "Always," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here to support you, no matter what."

Heeseung's playful teasing continues as he holds you close, his voice laced with amusement. "Hey, if you ever want to see me, you know you can just come over to the building, right?" he jokes, his tone light but genuine. "No need to fill up your sketchbook with twenty different versions of me."

You chuckle at his remark, feeling the tension easing from your shoulders as you lean back against him. "I'll keep that in mind," you reply with a grin, enjoying the playful banter between you.

Heeseung's arms tighten around you, his warmth seeping into your skin as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "Good," he murmurs, his voice warm with affection. "Because nothing beats the real thing, right?"

You smile at his words, feeling a rush of warmth at the sincerity in his tone. "Definitely not," you agree, snuggling closer to him as you revel in the comfort of his embrace.

With Heeseung by your side, the worries of the world melt away, leaving only the two of you lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment.