Lee Heeseung Imagines 2

Fan

When You See Him Acting Too Close with a Fan.

You couldn't contain your excitement as you waited in line at the fan sign event, your heart fluttering at the thought of seeing Heeseung. It was your first time attending one of these events, and you had planned it as a surprise for him. You kept your cap pulled low and your mask in place, determined to keep your identity hidden until the last moment.

Finally, it was your turn, and you stepped up to the table, your album clutched in your hands. Jungwon, who was seated at the beginning of the line, greeted you with a bright smile.

"Hi there! What's your name?" he asked as he reached for your album.

You smiled, as you knew Jungwon wouldn't recognize you with your face mostly covered. You hesitated for a moment, but before you could answer, something across the table caught your attention. Your heart dropped as you saw a fan, just a few seats down, lean in close to Heeseung. She whispered something in his ear, and then, without any warning, she kissed his cheek.

Your breath hitched, and you felt a sharp pang of hurt in your chest. Heeseung smiled, a bit taken aback, but he didn't pull away or react strongly. It was all part of the job, you reminded yourself. Still, seeing it happen right in front of you was something you hadn't prepared for.

Jungwon looked up at you, confused by your sudden silence. "Are you okay?"

His voice snapped you out of your daze. You quickly pushed the album towards him. "Uh, y-yeah. I'm fine," you stammered, forcing a smile.

But the truth was, you weren't fine. Your plan to surprise Heeseung had backfired in the worst way possible. You couldn't stand being there any longer. 

Jungwon, however, paused, his hand hovering over your album as he glanced up at you. There was a flash of recognition in his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly. Your voice—it was familiar to him. But before he could place it, you abruptly turned and walked away, leaving him with your album half-signed and a puzzled expression on his face.

"What just happened?" Jungwon mumbled to himself, watching you disappear into the crowd. It was rare for a fan to walk away before their album was signed, and he couldn't help but feel a bit concerned.

Meanwhile, you were already rushing out of the venue, your vision blurred with tears. You pushed through the doors and made a beeline for your car, fumbling with your keys as you tried to steady your trembling hands. Once inside, you slammed the door shut and took a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

You had expected the event to be long and exhausting, but you didn't anticipate the jealousy that would gnaw at your heart. You felt foolish for even attending. What did you think would happen? That he'd recognize you in a room full of fans and somehow make you feel special in front of everyone?

Wiping away the stray tears that had escaped, you started the engine and drove home in silence. Your thoughts were a mess, a jumble of hurt, insecurity, and anger. You knew you were being unreasonable—Heeseung was just doing his job—but the image of that fan kissing his cheek replayed in your mind over and over again.

Once you got home, you went straight to the bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights. You crawled into bed, still fully dressed, and pulled the covers up to your chin. You knew Heeseung would text you later, but right now, you didn't want to hear from him. The pain was too fresh, too raw.

A few hours later, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You reached for it reluctantly, seeing Heeseung's name flash on the screen.

Heeseung: Hey, love! The fan sign's running a bit late. I might come home later than usual. Don't wait up for me, okay? I'll see you soon! ❤️

You stared at the message, your heart sinking further. The rational part of you knew he was just being considerate, but all you could think about was that girl. Was she the reason he was staying late? Were they spending time together after the event?

You turned off your phone without replying and buried your face in the pillow, trying to push away the thoughts that were tearing at you. Sleep didn't come easily. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw that fan's kiss, and it stung all over again.

Hours passed, and you heard the sound of the front door quietly opening. You tensed, knowing it was Heeseung coming home. You stayed perfectly still, pretending to be asleep as he moved around the house. The door to the bedroom creaked open, and you felt his presence behind you.

Heeseung stood there for a moment, his gaze soft as he looked at your form lying in bed. He smiled, thinking you were peacefully asleep, and he carefully tiptoed around the room. He changed into his pajamas and then slipped into bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

He gently wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. "Goodnight, love," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

You kept your breathing steady, not letting on that you were wide awake. The warmth of his embrace, usually so comforting, now felt bittersweet. You wanted to turn around, to ask him about the fan, to tell him how you felt—but you couldn't. Not now. The emotions were too tangled, too raw.

So instead, you lay there in silence, tears slipping from your eyes as you drifted off to an uneasy sleep.

SORRY FOR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS!