You were curled up on the couch, deeply engrossed in a book, when you heard the front door open. You didn't bother looking up, assuming it was just Heeseung coming back from practice. The familiar sounds of him untying his shoes filled the room, and you continued to read, savoring the quiet moment.
But then you glanced up and your breath caught in your throat. Heeseung had dyed his hair black, and the change made him look even more like an angel. The stark contrast of his dark hair against his fair skin and his soulful eyes left you mesmerized. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him.
Heeseung, quick to notice your staring, looked up and caught your gaze. A playful smirk appeared on his lips. Embarrassed, you quickly made up an excuse. "I-I need to grab something from the bedroom," you stammered, standing up abruptly and making a beeline for the bedroom.
Once inside, you tried to calm your racing heart, sitting on the bed with your book in hand. But no matter how hard you tried to concentrate, all you could think about was Heeseung and his new look. You heard his footsteps approaching and tried to act natural, burying your face in the book as if you were deeply engrossed.
The door opened, and Heeseung leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "What's got you running away, hmm?" he teased, his voice low and playful.
You didn't look up, but your cheeks were burning. "Nothing," you mumbled, pretending to read.
Heeseung walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Really? Because it seemed like you couldn't stop staring at me," he said, a teasing lilt in his voice.
You finally looked up, meeting his eyes. "I wasn't staring," you protested weakly, knowing full well that you had been caught.
Heeseung chuckled and reached out, gently taking the book from your hands. "Liar," he whispered, his face inches from yours. "You were totally checking me out."
You blushed harder, but couldn't deny it. "Well, you look... different," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Different good or different bad?" Heeseung asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Different... amazing," you confessed, unable to hide your admiration.
Heeseung's smirk widened. "I knew you'd like it," he said, his tone full of satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "But you know, you don't have to run away every time you think I'm looking good.
You shivered at his proximity and the warmth of his breath on your skin. "I wasn't running away," you mumbled, feeling flustered.
"Oh, really?" he murmured, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. "Then why are you blushing so hard?"
You couldn't find the words to respond, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Heeseung's gaze softened, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. His hand cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with a mix of tenderness and mischief. "You know," he said softly, "you don't have to act so shy around me. I love every bit of attention you give me.
You smiled, feeling your heart swell with affection. "I can't help it," you admitted. "You just look so good with black hair."
Heeseung chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Well, I'm glad you like it," he said, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Now, let's spend some time together. No more running away, okay?"
"Okay," you whispered, snuggling into his chest, feeling safe and content in his arms. As you sat there, wrapped in each other's warmth, you couldn't help but think that no matter how Heeseung changed his appearance, your love for him would only grow stronger.
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