𝒯𝒽ℯ ℐ𝒹ℴ𝓁 {Heeseung x Y/N}

The memory

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(Y/n) stared at Heeseung while he sang to her. She was lost in the rhythms of his voice, the way his lips curved as he annunciated the English.

Since she was from America and knew English, it was relaxing hearing him sings songs she knew too. It was some trending Bruno mars song. Grenade.

"Oh you'd never do the same, no no no no~"  He smiled at her, bright and captivating. "So how did it sound? Good?"

She nodded and smiled back, kindly. "Even better than the last time." Heeseung had no idea how much she had admired his voice, and she had no idea how much he enjoyed singing to her. They stared at each other before looking away with a pink growing in each of their cheeks.

His voice broke their silence. "My parents agreed that after this semester I can go to a school in Seoul." (Y/n) felt her heart sink but she gasped and smiled.

"Really?! I'm so happy for you! It's that arts school?" He nodded proudly. To which her heart ached. "I-I won't see you for a while huh?"

His smile faded and he shrugged. "I'm not sure..." She nodded in response and fixed her posture.

"I'll miss you Heeseung." At her sudden confession he blushed.

"I-I'll miss you too." She blushed and looked to her feet.

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Lee Heeseung wrapped his arms around her smaller frame as she teared up. "I'm sorry (y/n) I hope I can see you soon." He had no idea that her heart felt like it was breaking. She nodded into his arms and hugged him back tightly.

"Goodbye Heeseung."
....

She hoped that they could still text over messages. She texted him. "Hi Heeseung it's me."

To which he never replied.

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(Y/n) woke up from her dream. She sighed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She calmly sat up before she remembered that Heeseung had slept in her house.

She jumped up and rushed out of her bedroom and walked fast to the living room but he was gone. She sighed. He must have went home.

After some deliberate searching through her home she found he was nowhere. Confirming her suspicions.

She sighed and sat on her couch. She grabbed her remote and snuggled into the couch with the blanket, the one Heeseung used. She tried to ignore it at first but the blanket and couch smelled just like him. She sat up fast and groaned.

"Dammit." She ran her fingers through her hair. Her feelings of abandonment resurfaced. She had been so angry at Heeseung for leaving and never talking to her... completely wrecking their friendship...but she still became a fan, because even if he hadn't acknowledged anymore she still wanted to support his dream.

Now her feelings are resurfacing for him and she's frustrated. The memory of Heeseung last night rushed into her head.

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"Tell me... who you like... the most out of us." His voice was almost demanding. Her heart beat loudly she feared he would hear it.

"Y-you, Heeseung." He smiled and looked from her eyes down to her lips and back up.

"Good."
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