Lee Heeseung Imagines

Trust

When you don't trust him that much.

You stood on your tiptoes in the kitchen, stretching as far as you could to reach the jar of pickles on the highest shelf. You hadn't heard anyone coming, so you focused all your effort on your task, determined to get it down yourself.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, and you let out a small yelp, nearly losing your balance. You turned your head to see Heeseung standing behind you, a confused look on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyebrows knitted together.

"I was trying to get the jar of pickles," you replied, trying to sound casual as your heart raced from the surprise.

Heeseung glanced up at the jar and then back at you. "Why didn't you just ask me? I could have gotten it for you."

You sighed, trying to hide your slight embarrassment. "I didn't want to bother you. Besides, I can do it myself."

Heeseung's eyes softened, and he gently turned you to face him, still keeping his arms around your waist. "It's no bother at all, really. Here, let me help you."

Before you could protest, he suggested, "How about I lift you up? It'll be easier."

You quickly shook your head, stepping back from his embrace. "No, it's fine. I don't need it that badly."

The truth was, you didn't fully trust Heeseung in moments like these. It wasn't because he was unreliable; in fact, he was quite the opposite. But he loved to joke around, and you were always worried he might play a prank or not take things seriously.

Heeseung noticed your hesitation and tilted his head, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "You don't trust me, do you?"

"It's not that..." you began, but he raised an eyebrow, cutting you off with a teasing glint in his eye.

"Come on, Y/N," he said softly, stepping closer. "I promise I won't drop you or play any tricks. Just trust me this once."

You bit your lip, feeling the internal struggle. It was hard to let go of your reservations, but the sincerity in his eyes made you want to give him a chance. Slowly, you nodded.

"Okay," you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But you have to be careful."

Heeseung's face lit up with a grin, and he gently placed his hands on your waist again. "I got you. Ready?"

You nodded, and with surprising ease, he lifted you up. You reached for the jar of pickles, your fingers just brushing the surface. Heeseung adjusted his hold slightly, making sure you were steady, and you finally grasped the jar securely.

"Got it!" you exclaimed, feeling a sense of triumph. Heeseung carefully set you back down on the ground, and you turned to face him, holding the jar triumphantly.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, a satisfied smile on his face.

You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a warm sensation in your chest. "No, it wasn't. Thank you, Heeseung."

He reached out and ruffled your hair affectionately. "Anytime. You know I'm always here to help you, right?"

"I know," you said, feeling a bit more at ease. "It's just... sometimes I worry you might not take things seriously."

Heeseung's expression softened, and he took your hand in his. "I get it. I do joke around a lot, but I would never do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. Your trust means everything to me."

His words made your heart swell, and you squeezed his hand gently. "I know that now. I'll try to trust you more."

Heeseung leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "That's all I can ask for."

You both stood there in the kitchen, the jar of pickles momentarily forgotten as you enjoyed the closeness and warmth of the moment. Heeseung's playful side was one of the things you loved about him, but it was his sincerity and care that truly made you feel safe and cherished.

"How about we make some sandwiches with these pickles?" he suggested, breaking the silence.

You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. "Sounds perfect."

Together, you started gathering the ingredients, working side by side. As you made the sandwiches, Heeseung kept stealing little glances at you, his eyes filled with affection. You caught him a few times, and each time, he would flash you a cheeky smile that made your heart flutter.

"You're staring," you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

"Can't help it," he replied, his voice warm. "You're too cute when you're focused."

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't hide your smile. "Flatterer."

Heeseung laughed, the sound filling the kitchen with a sense of joy. "Just stating the truth."

As you finished making the sandwiches, you realized that trusting Heeseung wasn't as hard as you thought. His genuine care and love for you made it easier to let go of your doubts. And in that moment, surrounded by laughter and the aroma of freshly made food, you knew that you could trust him with your heart.

SORRY FOR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS!