Just a little set of imagines about Y/N and Heeseung.
Warning: FLUFFS AND SMUTS ahead!
REQUESTS: Open!
THIS IS BOOK 2. So, if you haven't read the first imagines book, I suggest you read it!
You stepped inside the house, arms aching from the weight of the grocery bags, and instantly noticed Heeseung leaning against the kitchen counter, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low and smooth, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. The sound stung just a bit, reminding you of how he had never shown that kind of warmth toward you. You paused for a second, observing him, before shrugging it off and heading to the kitchen to unload the groceries.
As you started unbagging, placing the vegetables in the fridge and stacking the pantry items, you couldn't help but hear bits of his conversation.
"Yeah, maybe we should catch up soon," he said, his tone light, almost...flirtatious. You bit back any reaction, focusing on the task at hand. You weren't going to let this get to you. After all, this marriage was just a formality—a family arrangement you'd both been forced into. Heeseung made that painfully clear every chance he got.
Hanging up, he finally noticed you in the kitchen, busy with the groceries. He approached slowly, leaning against the counter with his usual nonchalant expression.
"You're back already?" he remarked, sounding indifferent.
"Yeah. I didn't want to take long," you replied quietly, keeping your eyes on the cereal box in your hands.
He let out a small, exasperated sigh. "Well, don't go out so late next time. It's...dangerous," he said, barely looking at you as he grabbed a glass of water. His words caught you by surprise. Was he...worried? No, it was probably just a fleeting comment. He didn't wait for a response, already turning to leave.
"Noted," you replied, voice cool but polite. He paused in his step, his brows knitting slightly as he glanced back at you. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with his usual icy expression.
The next few days followed the same rhythm. You both lived in silence, existing in each other's company without truly connecting. But one evening, you returned from a late-night grocery run only to find Heeseung waiting by the door, his face clouded with irritation.
"Didn't I tell you not to go out so late?" he asked, voice sharper than you'd ever heard it.
"I was just—"
"You could've asked me to go with you," he interrupted, stepping closer. His cold facade had cracked just enough for you to see something else beneath it. "Don't you realize I'm trying to look out for you?"
You blinked, taken aback by his sudden intensity. "Since when did you care?"
Heeseung's jaw tightened, a conflicted look crossing his face. "Maybe... since I realized you aren't the problem I thought you'd be." His tone softened, and his eyes lingered on yours a little longer.
Your lips parted slightly, but before you could respond, he took a deep breath and turned away. Just as he reached the door, he stopped, his voice low and almost reluctant. "Next time, wait for me, okay?"
A warm, surprising tinge bloomed in your chest. Maybe—just maybe—this cold, arranged marriage wasn't as hopeless as it seemed.
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