The shower's warm water had done wonders to relax you, and now you were ready to tackle the rest of your day. Wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself, you stepped out with your wet knee-length hair hanging loose, dripping slightly on the floor. You began searching for your hair dryer, knowing you had left it somewhere in the room.
After a fruitless few minutes, you sighed in frustration. "Where could it be?" you muttered under your breath. Just then, you spotted the cable of the hair dryer dangling tauntingly from the top shelf of the wardrobe. You groaned, knowing there was no way you could reach it on your own.
Standing on your tip-toes, you strained to grab the cable but had no luck. You pondered using a chair but dismissed the idea quickly, worried about slipping in your current state. As you stood there, contemplating your next move, an idea popped into your head. You needed help, and there was only one person who could assist you.
You wrapped your towel tighter around you and padded towards Heeseung's studio room. He was always there, either playing games, writing songs, recording, or strumming his guitar. As you reached the door, you noticed he was deeply engrossed in a game, headphones securely over his ears.
You tapped his shoulder gently. Heeseung turned around immediately, his eyes widening at the sight of you. "Why are you in a towel and with wet hair?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
"My hair dryer is on the top shelf," you explained, feeling a bit awkward.
Heeseung tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "And why do you need me?"
You hesitated, knowing full well the teasing you were about to invite. "I can't reach the top shelf," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Could you help me get it?"
His smile grew wider, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Only if you promise me a favor," he teased, leaning back in his chair.
You rolled your eyes, sighing dramatically. "Fine, I guess I can just use a chair," you said, turning to leave.
Before you could take another step, Heeseung wrapped his arms around your waist and effortlessly lifted you onto his lap. You gasped, your heart racing from the sudden closeness. "I'll do anything for you," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.
Your cheeks flushed a deep red as he set you back on your feet and stood up, towering over you. He followed you to your room, his presence making you feel both flustered and safe. Heeseung reached up effortlessly and grabbed the hair dryer, handing it to you with a playful grin.
"There you go," he said, leaning down to peck your cheek. "If you need anything else, just call me."
Your face felt like it was on fire as you took the hair dryer from him. "Thanks, Heeseung," you managed to say, your voice barely steady.
Heeseung chuckled, ruffling your damp hair. "Anytime, babe. And don't forget about that favor," he added with a wink.
You nodded, trying to regain your composure. "I'll remember," you said, stepping back towards the bathroom.
As you turned on the hair dryer, you couldn't help but smile at the memory of Heeseung's playful teasing and the way he had so effortlessly come to your aid. Your heart felt lighter, knowing that he was always there for you, ready to lend a hand and make you smile.
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