You were lounging on the couch, enjoying a casual conversation with Heeseung. The day had been relaxing, and you were grateful for these rare moments of tranquility amidst your busy schedules.
Heeseung, with his playful charm, had been cracking jokes and sharing stories from practice, making you laugh heartily.
"You know," you said between giggles, "I don't get nervous around you at all."
Heeseung raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh really? Is that so?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Yup," you replied confidently, leaning back and crossing your arms. "You don't intimidate me."
Heeseung leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing with playful determination. "Well, let's see about that," he said softly.
Before you could react, Heeseung was hovering over you, his face just inches away from yours. The sudden proximity made you catch your breath, and you could feel your heart rate pick up. His warm breath tickled your skin, and you found yourself momentarily frozen.
"What's the matter?" Heeseung teased, his voice low and teasing. "Can't breathe?"
You gulped, gripping the couch with your hands as you tried to look anywhere but at his face. His features were so close, too close, and you could see every detail—the curve of his lips, the spark in his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw.
"Heeseung, s-stop," you managed to say, your voice a little shaky.
"Not until you admit you get nervous around me," he said, leaning in even closer, his nose almost touching yours.
You shook your head, stubbornly refusing to give in. "No way," you protested, though your voice wavered.
Heeseung's hands trailed up to your neck, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin. The touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel your cheeks heating up. You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
"Admit it," Heeseung whispered, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath. "You do get nervous around me."
Your resolve was crumbling, and you knew it. His teasing touch, his proximity, the way his voice sent tingles through your body—it was all too much.
"Heeseung," you begged, your voice barely a whisper, "please stop."
"Just say it," he murmured, his hands now resting gently on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing your neck. "Admit it."
You closed your eyes, your blush deepening as you felt the last of your resistance melt away. "Okay, okay," you finally admitted, your voice trembling. "I get nervous around you."
Heeseung chuckled softly, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
You pouted, still blushing furiously. "You're so mean."
Heeseung laughed, the sound warm and comforting. He gently cupped your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. "I'm not mean," he said, his tone softening. "I just like seeing you flustered. It's cute."
You couldn't help but smile, despite your embarrassment. "You're impossible," you muttered, but there was no malice in your voice.
Heeseung leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Maybe. But you love it," he teased.
You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face betrayed you. "Maybe I do," you conceded.
Heeseung laughed again, pulling you into a warm hug. "Come on," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's just enjoy the rest of the day together."
You nodded, relaxing into his embrace. Despite his teasing, you felt a warmth and comfort that made your heart swell. Heeseung had a way of making even the most nerve-wracking moments feel safe and full of love.
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