As the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. Heeseung had a habit of sleeping in, especially after late-night rehearsals, and you knew that if he didn't wake up soon, he'd be late for practice again.
With a soft sigh, you approached the bed where he lay, his features softened in sleep. You reached out to gently shake his shoulder, hoping to rouse him from his slumber.
But as your fingers made contact with his arm, Heeseung let out a grumble, swatting your hand away without even opening his eyes. Frustration bubbled within you, but you pushed it aside, determined to wake him up one way or another.
With a determined resolve, you reached for the curtains, pulling them open in one swift motion. The sudden flood of sunlight filled the room, casting shadows across the walls as Heeseung groaned, shielding his eyes from the brightness.
"What are you doing, Y/N?" he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. "Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?"
His words stung, catching you off guard with their harshness. For a moment, you hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But then a wave of frustration washed over you, and you found yourself snapping back, unable to hold back the retort that bubbled up inside you.
"I'm just trying to help you, Heeseung," you replied, your tone tinged with frustration. "You're going to be late for practice again if you don't wake up."
But before you could say anything else, he cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand, his expression clouded with annoyance. "I can take care of myself, okay? You don't need to keep bothering me all the time."
His words hit you like a slap in the face, the sting of his rejection lingering in the air between you. With a heavy heart, you turned away, swallowing back the hurt that threatened to overwhelm you.
The days that followed were filled with an uneasy silence, the tension between you palpable as you both navigated around each other, careful not to reopen old wounds. It felt as though a chasm had opened up between you, widening with each passing day until it seemed insurmountable.
But then, one afternoon, as you sat reading a book in the quiet solitude of your room, Heeseung entered, his footsteps tentative as he approached you. You felt a surge of apprehension, unsure of what to expect as he drew nearer.
Before you could react, he reached out, gently catching your arm and pulling you towards him. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself unable to meet his gaze as he spoke.
"I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice soft and contrite. "I shouldn't have said those things to you. I was just... frustrated, and I took it out on you."
You wanted to stay angry, to hold onto the hurt that still lingered within you, but his words touched something deep inside, stirring a longing for reconciliation. With a sigh, you relented, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace as he enveloped you in his arms.
But just as you began to relax into his hold, he leaned in, peppering your face with kisses in a flurry of affection. Despite yourself, a giggle bubbled up from within you, the sound mingling with his laughter as he tickled you playfully.
"Stop, Heeseung," you protested weakly, your voice laced with laughter as he continued to torment you with his playful antics.
But he paid no heed to your protests, his laughter mingling with yours as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over to the bed and depositing you gently onto the soft mattress. As you lay there, breathless and flushed from laughter, he hovered over you, his eyes alight with mischief.
"You're impossible, you know that?" he teased, his tone warm with affection as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. "But you're perfect, just the way you are."
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