You were curled up on the couch, deeply engrossed in a book, when Heeseung wandered over and plopped down beside you. You barely noticed him at first, too absorbed in the story to pay much attention.
"Hey," Heeseung said, nudging you gently. "I need your opinion on something."
"Mmm?" you replied absentmindedly, eyes still glued to the page.
"For the ENHYPEN comeback, I'm thinking about coloring my hair. What do you think?" he asked, sounding a bit unsure.
You sighed, not looking up from your book. "Ask someone who has great taste, Heeseung. You know I'm not the best with fashion."
He frowned and leaned closer, trying to get your attention. "But you have the greatest fashion sense I know! Seriously, just give me a suggestion."
Finally, you set the book down and looked at him. His earnest expression made you smile. "Fine, fine. Let me think," you said, studying his handsome face intently. "How about silver? I think it would look amazing on you."
Heeseung's eyes lit up with excitement. "Silver, huh? I like that idea. Thanks!"
The next morning, you woke up and stretched lazily, only to see Heeseung sitting on the edge of the bed, lacing up his shoes. Your eyes widened as you took in his new look—his hair was now a striking shade of silver, and he looked absolutely mesmerizing.
Heeseung noticed your stunned expression and paused, meeting your gaze. "What's wrong?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
You quickly snapped out of your daze and tried to hide under the duvet, embarrassed by how openly you had been staring. But Heeseung was having none of it. He gently pulled the covers back, revealing your flushed face.
"You like it?" he teased, his voice low and playful.
"I... um, yeah," you stammered, your cheeks burning. "It looks amazing."
He chuckled and leaned closer, his silver hair falling into his eyes. "You know, if you wanted to stare, you could've just told me," he whispered, making you shiver.
"I wasn't staring," you protested weakly, but your red face betrayed you.
Heeseung grinned and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "You totally were. And I have to say, I'm glad you suggested silver. I love it."
"You do?" you asked, feeling a mixture of relief and pride.
"Yeah, I do," he replied, his tone sincere. "And I love how you look when you're flustered."
Your blush deepened, and you tried to hide your face again, but Heeseung wouldn't let you. He gently cupped your cheek and made you look at him.
"Hey," he said softly, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're beautiful, you know that?"
You felt your heart race at his words and managed a small smile. "Thanks, Heeseung. You're pretty amazing yourself."
Heeseung leaned in and kissed you tenderly, making your heart skip a beat. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours and sighed contentedly.
"I should get going to practice," he said reluctantly. "But I'll be thinking about you all day."
"Good luck," you whispered, still feeling the warmth of his kiss.
Heeseung stood up and grabbed his bag, giving you one last, lingering look. "I'll see you later, okay? And maybe we can talk more about how amazing my new hair is."
You laughed and nodded. "Sure thing. Have a great day, Heeseung."
As he left, you couldn't help but smile, feeling incredibly lucky to have someone as wonderful as him in your life. And as you picked up your book again, you found it hard to concentrate, your thoughts drifting back to Heeseung and his dazzling silver hair.
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