Lee Heeseung Imagines 2

Maid

When your maid flirts with him, in front of you.

You never considered yourself the jealous type. Heeseung was your boyfriend, and the two of you had built a strong bond. You trusted him completely. After all, he was always so kind, sweet, and supportive. But there were moments, tiny flashes of insecurity, when you noticed how easily people were drawn to him.

It wasn't hard to see why. Heeseung had a charm that was magnetic — from his soft eyes that reminded you of a deer to his unintentional pouts whenever he was confused. He just looked too innocent sometimes, too unaware of his own appeal. Like right now, as he sat in your living room, flipping through a magazine, while your maid, Hana, clearly couldn't stop batting her lashes in his direction.

You stood near the kitchen, quietly observing as Hana brought over a tray of snacks. She leaned over unnecessarily close to him, placing the tray on the table. Her hair brushed against his arm as she smiled brightly, standing far too close for comfort.

"Here you go, Heeseung-ssi. Let me know if you need anything else, anything at all," Hana said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that made you cringe. She tilted her head slightly, giving him an obvious once-over before turning to leave. You clenched your jaw, trying to ignore the subtle heat rising in your chest.

Heeseung, completely oblivious to the entire exchange, simply smiled and thanked her. "Thanks, Hana. These look good."

You watched him for a moment, irritation bubbling up. He didn't seem to notice her flirtatious tone or the fact that she had been practically throwing herself at him the entire day. How could he not see it?

With a deep breath, you approached the couch and sat down next to him, forcing a smile as you reached for one of the snacks. Heeseung turned to you with that trademark innocent grin, the one that always melted your heart.

"Want some?" he asked, holding out the tray to you, completely unaware of the mini storm brewing inside you.

You took a bite, trying to focus on anything but your bubbling frustration. "I'm good," you muttered, your voice slightly strained.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing something off. "You okay? You seem... tense."

You glanced at him, feeling your frustration spill over just a bit. "I'm fine. Just... noticing some things."

"Noticing what?" he asked, his head tilting in that adorable way that only Heeseung could pull off.

You sighed, knowing that confronting him would only make you sound irrational. But at the same time, you couldn't just ignore it. "Are you really that oblivious?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
He blinked, looking genuinely confused. "Oblivious to what?"

You set down the snack in your hand and crossed your arms, leaning back against the couch. "Hana," you said simply, watching his expression closely.

"Hana?" Heeseung repeated, still not catching on. "What about her?"