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!
The moment you finished getting ready, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, feeling more than a little pleased with how everything turned out. You'd spent a good amount of time on your outfit, your hair was styled just right, and the makeup you'd applied added the perfect touch. You were ready to turn heads at the after-party tonight.
But when Heeseung finally emerged from the bedroom, you were the one who was left speechless.
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Your gaze drifted over him as he stood in front of you in a sleek black shirt that fit him way too well, with his hair styled effortlessly in that perfectly tousled look. He looked like he'd just walked off the pages of a magazine, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you took him in. You blinked, trying to process how outrageously good he looked, and one thought immediately crossed your mind: This is a problem
"Oh, no, no, no, no," you said, shaking your head in disbelief as he finished buttoning up his shirt.
Heeseung looked up, a confused smile playing on his lips. "What do you mean, 'no'?" he asked, his tone soft with a hint of amusement.
You crossed your arms, glancing at him with a mixture of admiration and frustration. "You are *not* going out looking like that."
Heeseung's brows lifted, and you could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he pieced together your tone. He clearly had a suspicion about why you were suddenly protesting, but he tilted his head innocently, playing along. "Why not? What's wrong with the way I look?"
You swallowed, trying to sound convincing despite your racing thoughts. "Your hair," you said, your voice wavering just slightly. "It's... I don't know, it's looking a bit... weird."
"Weird?" Heeseung echoed, sounding both intrigued and entertained. He lifted his hand to touch his hair, faking an innocent expression. "Really? I thought it looked good."
You tried to keep your voice steady, though the ridiculousness of your excuse wasn't helping. "Well, it's... not exactly your best look," you said, avoiding eye contact and hoping he'd just accept it.
Heeseung chuckled, clearly not buying it, but he played along. "So, you're saying I should change my hair?"
"Maybe. Or... I mean, maybe a different shirt, too. The black is... I think it's a little too much."
