Lee Heeseung Imagines 2

Intruder

It was a quiet evening at home, and you were alone. Heeseung had left for the studio earlier that afternoon, leaving you to spend a rare peaceful evening catching up on your favorite TV show. The house was cozy, dimly lit by the soft glow of your lamps. You snuggled deeper into the couch, a blanket wrapped around you as you absently flipped through your phone. The soft hum of the television provided a comforting background noise.

Everything seemed perfect—until it didn't.

A faint sound echoed from the kitchen. At first, you dismissed it, assuming it was just the house creaking or something harmless. You were used to being alone occasionally, so you didn't scare easily. But then you heard it again—a slight scraping noise, like someone brushing against a surface.

You paused, your body tensing as you listened more closely. The noise wasn't coming from the TV, and it was too distinct to be the usual household sounds. Your heart started to race, adrenaline slowly creeping in.

You tried to calm yourself, thinking maybe it was a draft or something you'd left on the counter falling over. But the uneasy feeling in your gut told you otherwise.

Quietly, you stood up, your bare feet padding softly across the wooden floor as you moved toward the kitchen. You peeked around the corner, expecting to see nothing, but the sight that greeted you froze your blood.

A shadowy figure, clad in dark clothing, was rummaging through one of the drawers near the sink. The person—whoever they were—wasn't moving like someone lost or confused. They were deliberate, focused, and dangerous.

Panic surged through you. You felt a scream bubbling in your throat, but you swallowed it down. Screaming would only alert them that you'd seen them. You needed to think fast—get somewhere safe, get out, or hide. Your mind raced through the possibilities, but your body acted on instinct.

Quietly, as quietly as possible, you backed away from the kitchen, keeping your eyes on the intruder as much as you could. Your phone was still in your hand, but the thought of calling Heeseung or the police while in plain sight felt too risky.

As you turned the corner toward the bedroom, you heard a sudden crash. You flinched, biting down on your lip to keep from gasping. The intruder must've knocked something over. This was your chance. You ran into the bedroom and shut the door as softly as you could, locking it behind you.

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure they'd hear it. You quickly moved to the farthest corner of the room, crouching behind the bed. Trembling hands gripped your phone, and you immediately dialed Heeseung's number.

The phone rang once, twice, then three times. Each second felt like an eternity. What if he didn't pick up?

"Hey, babe," Heeseung's familiar voice finally answered, cheerful and oblivious to your fear.You whispered frantically, barely able to keep your voice steady. "Heeseung, someone's in the house."

There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end. "What?"