Lee Heeseung Imagines

Walk

When you walk with him.

You were in the car with Heeseung on your way home from an event you two had to attend when he suddenly pulled over. You glanced over at him with a puzzled expression, wondering why he had stopped.

"Is something wrong?" you asked, concern evident in your voice.

Heeseung sighed and leaned back in his seat. "I think there's something wrong with the engine. We might have to walk from here," he explained, giving you an apologetic look.

You whined, slumping in your seat. "Really? Can't we just call a tow or something?"

He chuckled softly, reaching over to poke your cheeks. "Come on, it's only a couple of blocks. We'll be home before you know it."

You glanced out the window at the deserted street. "What if someone sees us? It's almost two in the morning," you said, your voice a mixture of reluctance and concern.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Exactly. What are the odds of there being people out at one forty-five in the morning?" He got out of the car and motioned for you to join him.

You sighed, muttering to yourself that the odds were probably high, given your luck. Reluctantly, you stared down at your heels, which had already been torturing you all night. Despite the discomfort, you slipped them back on and stepped out of the car.

The night was eerily quiet, the only sound being the gentle rustling of leaves in the cool breeze. You and Heeseung walked side by side, hand in hand, the silence between you comfortable and familiar. As you walked, Heeseung glanced over and noticed you limping slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, genuine concern lacing his voice.

You admitted sheepishly, "My heels are a tiny bit uncomfortable."

Without another word, Heeseung led you to a nearby bench and gently sat you down. Before you could protest, he knelt down and removed your heels, revealing the red rim around your ankles.

He widened his eyes in surprise. "Why didn't you say anything earlier?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

"I didn't want to ruin the night," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

He shook his head and smiled softly. "You're too stubborn for your own good." He grabbed your heels and stood up, but before you could follow suit, he stopped you.

"How about I give you a piggy-back ride home?" he suggested, a playful glint in his eyes.

You blushed furiously and shook your head. "No way. I'm too heavy, you won't be able to carry me."

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that warmed your heart. "I carry you all the time at home. It won't be any different now. Come on, get on."

Sighing, you reluctantly climbed onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands securely held your legs. As you settled in, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security in his embrace.