Lee Heeseung Imagines

Dinner

When his parents come over for dinner.

Heeseung had been glued to his phone, typing away, when he suddenly put it down and looked at you with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "My parents are coming over for dinner tonight," he announced, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.

Without a moment's hesitation, you jumped up from your seat. "I'll start dinner then!" you said eagerly, heading straight to the kitchen.

Heeseung followed you, leaning against the kitchen doorway as you rummaged through the fridge and cupboards. "What are you doing?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice.

"Cooking dinner, of course," you replied with a determined smile, already pulling out ingredients.

Heeseung frowned slightly, walking up behind you. "Why are you going through all this trouble when they haven't treated you right?" he asked, his hands resting gently on your shoulders.

You shrugged, your hands busy chopping vegetables. "Because they're your parents, and I want to make a good impression," you said simply.

Heeseung's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a warm hug. "You're too good to them," he murmured into your ear. "I'm so lucky to have you."

You leaned back into his embrace, feeling a bit of your nervousness melt away. "Well, you deserve the best," you replied softly, before turning your focus back to the meal.

After a couple of hours of cooking, the dinner was ready, and you hurried off to get dressed. You wanted to look your best, hoping that maybe tonight would be the night things changed.

When the doorbell rang, Heeseung went to greet his parents. You stood beside him, smiling warmly as they walked in, but the disdainful looks they gave you made your heart sink.

"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Lee," you said politely.

"Good evening," his mother replied curtly, her eyes scanning you with thinly veiled contempt.

As you all sat down to eat, you anxiously waited for their reaction to the food. They took a few bites, and just as you were beginning to feel hopeful, they turned to Heeseung.

"This is quite good. Where did you order from?" his father asked, his tone completely neutral.Heeseung's expression darkened slightly. "We didn't order this. Y/N cooked everything," he replied.

A tense silence fell over the table. His parents exchanged a look before his mother spoke again, her voice dripping with condescension. "Well, our stomachs are feeling quite unsettled. We've had better."

You felt a lump form in your throat as you tried to hold back tears. You excused yourself silently, slipping out of the room before anyone could see you cry.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Heeseung turned to his parents, his eyes blazing with anger. "How could you say that?" he demanded. "Y/N worked so hard to make this dinner for you, and you repay her by insulting her cooking?"