When you notice Heeseung's exhaustion.
As Heeseung walks into the room, you notice the tired lines etched into his usually bright expression. He's changed into his comfortable clothes, but the weight of his responsibilities seems to linger, casting a shadow over his features.
"Hey," you greet him softly, setting aside the book you were reading. "You look tired. Is everything okay?"
Heeseung offers you a weary smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, just feeling a bit stressed out," he admits, running a hand through his hair. "There's so much going on with dance practices, the new comeback, and the album preparations. My head is pounding, and my whole body feels like it's been put through a meat grinder."
Your heart goes out to him, seeing him in such distress. Without a moment's hesitation, you decide to do something you wouldn't normally do. "Come here, Heeseung," you say gently, patting the space on the bed in front of you. "Lie down with me for a bit."
Heeseung looks at you, eyebrows raised in surprise. "What? Why?"
"Just trust me," you say, your voice soft but determined. "I want to help you feel better."
He hesitates for a moment, but then he nods, trusting you implicitly. He crawls onto the bed, straddling your body and settling his weight on top of you. His head finds its place on your stomach, and you can feel the warmth of his body pressing against yours.
With tender care, you begin to massage his scalp, feeling the tension slowly melt away under your touch. You trail your fingers down his neck and shoulders, kneading out the knots of stress that have accumulated from long hours of practice and preparation.
Heeseung lets out a contented sigh, his muscles relaxing under your ministrations. His eyes flutter closed, and you can see the lines of tension easing from his face as he sinks into the comfort of your touch.
"Thank you," he murmurs, his voice soft and grateful. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
You smile gently, continuing to massage his tired muscles. "You don't have to thank me, Heeseung. I'm always here for you."
He lifts his head slightly to look at you, his gaze filled with warmth and affection. "I mean it, though. You're amazing. How did I get so lucky to have you?"
You shrug, feeling a blush creeping into your cheeks at his heartfelt words. "I think it's just part of being your girlfriend. I want to make sure you're taken care of."
He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your stomach. "Well, you're doing a perfect job of it," he says, his voice laced with sincerity. "You're perfect."
The two of you lie there in comfortable silence, the only sound filling the room the rhythmic pattern of your fingers against his skin. It's a moment of intimacy you rarely get to share, and you cherish every second of it.
After a while, Heeseung's breathing begins to deepen, indicating that he's drifted off to sleep. You smile down at him, feeling a swell of affection in your chest. He looks so peaceful, so vulnerable in this moment, and you can't help but feel grateful that you're able to provide him with some measure of comfort.
You continue to massage his tired muscles, your movements slow and gentle as you try not to disturb his slumber. It's a small gesture, but it's one filled with love and care, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
As the minutes tick by, you find yourself lost in your thoughts, reflecting on your relationship with Heeseung and the bond you share. He's not just your boyfriend; he's your partner, your confidant, your rock. And in moments like these, when he's vulnerable and in need of comfort, you're reminded of just how much you mean to each other.
Eventually, the massage comes to an end, and you carefully shift Heeseung off of you, tucking him into bed with a gentle kiss on the forehead. He stirs slightly but doesn't wake, his breathing steady and even as he continues to sleep.
With one last look at him, you quietly slip out of the room, leaving him to rest peacefully. It's been a long day, filled with its fair share of stress and worry, but in this moment, as you watch Heeseung sleep, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you.
No matter what challenges may come your way, you know that as long as you have each other, you'll always be able to weather the storm together. And for that, you're grateful beyond words.
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Lee Heeseung Imagines
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