Lee Heeseung Imagines 2

Drunk

Your phone rang as you sat in the noisy bar, your friends laughing around you while you took another sip of your drink. The alcohol had kicked in hours ago, leaving you in a blissfully tipsy state. The name "Heeseung" blinked on your screen, and without hesitation, you swiped to answer.

"Helloooo?" you slurred into the phone, dragging out the word with a goofy giggle.

"Hey, where are you?" Heeseung's familiar voice came through the line, warm and filled with a mix of concern and amusement.

"I'm at the baaar," you answered, glancing around like you'd forgotten where you were for a second. "With my friends! And guess what? I'm having sooooo much fun."

Heeseung chuckled on the other end, already knowing where this was headed. "I can tell. You sound... very 'fun.' Are you okay?"

You gasped dramatically. "Am I okay?! I'm amazing! I just sang a song with a towel!"

"A towel?" Heeseung asked, amusement clear in his voice. "You sure it wasn't a microphone?"

You looked at the bar in front of you, squinting hard at a hand towel sitting by your drink. "Oh my gosh, you're right! This is totally a microphone. Wait—hold on."

Before he could say anything else, you hung up the phone with a loud, "Byeee!" leaving Heeseung staring at his screen, shaking his head in disbelief.

He tossed his jacket on and grabbed his keys, laughing softly to himself as he headed out the door. You were a handful when you were drunk, but he couldn't help but find it endearing. The bar wasn't far from your place, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to show up and make sure you got home safe.

Heeseung walked into the bar, scanning the room for you. He spotted you almost immediately—you were sitting at the counter, talking animatedly to your friends. The towel you mentioned earlier was now in your hand, and you were holding it up to your mouth like it was a microphone, speaking in a dramatic, exaggerated voice.

"Ladieeeees and gentlemeeeeen!" you shouted, causing a few heads to turn. "This is your captain speaking. We're about to take off on the wonderful journey of Towel-Karaoke! Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for some turbulence!"

Heeseung couldn't contain his laughter as he walked over, shaking his head at your antics. He slipped onto the stool next to you, watching as you swayed slightly, still clutching the towel-microphone.

You glanced at him, your face lighting up in recognition. "Heeeey, you look like my boyfriend!" you exclaimed, poking his cheek playfully. "Wait... are you my boyfriend?"

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back a smile. "Last time I checked, yeah."

"Oh my gosh, it is you!" you clapped your hands together, looking way too proud of your deduction. "Guess what? I was singing into this towel! Isn't that hilaaaarious?"

"It's something," Heeseung chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you as you leaned dangerously close to falling off your stool.