Lee Heeseung Imagines

Protective

When he's protective of you.

You opened the fridge, scanning its contents only to realize there was nothing that could be used for a simple dinner. With a sigh, you decided a trip to the grocery store was necessary. Heading to your bedroom, you got dressed and prepared to go out. As you stepped into the living room, Heeseung, who was scrolling through his phone, looked up and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm getting ready to go out for grocery shopping," you replied, grabbing your bag.

Heeseung immediately put his phone down. "I'll go instead."

You shook your head. "There's no need for that. I'm already dressed. I might as well go."

You turned to leave, but Heeseung, with his strong presence, gently turned you back around. "Don't go," he said firmly.

"Why not?" you asked, puzzled.

"It's not safe to go alone," he replied, a hint of concern in his voice.

You sighed and cupped his cheeks, smiling softly. "I'll be fine, Heeseung. Don't worry."

He took your hands in his, his eyes softening. "You're not going."

You whined playfully, "I'm perfectly fine with going. It's only a couple of blocks, and you're being too protective."

Heeseung's expression remained serious. "I've given enough reasons for you not to go. I'll go instead."

Seeing no way to convince him, you thought of an escape route. You suddenly turned and bolted towards the door. Just as you opened it, it slammed shut with a hand beside your head. You turned to see Heeseung leaning towards you, his hand placed on the door for support. He was too close, his face inches from yours. "You really thought that could work, hm?"

"Let me go, Heeseung. You should trust me," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Heeseung pouted while thinking and then smiled. "Okay, I'll let you go if you do me a favor."

You raised an eyebrow, knowing his favors were never small. "What kind of favor?"

He suggested, "You can go if you play video games with me for a whole month."

"A month? That's too long," you protested. Heeseung always forced you to play with him but games weren't really your thing. 

He threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Then you're not going."

You grabbed his arm, exasperated. "Deal."

Heeseung's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Really? A whole month of video games with me?"

You nodded reluctantly. "Yes, really."

Heeseung leaned in closer, his breath tickling your ear. "You know, I'm going to make you regret this deal, right?"