ENHYPEN

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 | HEESEUNG

ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈

As the evening wore on and the chill in the air grew heavier, the two of you finally found a moment alone. The dimly lit streets provided a brief reprieve from the prying eyes of his mafia friends, who had busied themselves with their conversations. You and Heeseung stood by a quiet alley, the sounds of the city distant, a calm stillness settling around you both.

Heeseung hadn't let go of your hand since he pulled it into his pocket, and even now, he kept you close. His thumb traced lazy circles over your skin, the warmth from his touch contrasting with the cold biting at your exposed cheeks.

You looked up at him, blinking in surprise when you noticed how soft his expression had become, the hard edges of his usual cold demeanour softening. His gaze flickered down to your face, taking in the way your rosy cheeks puffed out slightly from the cold, your lips parted as you exhaled small clouds of breath. He seemed to be contemplating something, his eyes studying you carefully.

Before you could say anything, Heeseung reached up, his large hands cupping your cheeks gently. His fingers were warm against your cold skin, and the way he held you was so tender, so unlike his usual composed self, that it made your heart stutter in your chest.

"Heeseung...?" you murmured, unsure what he was doing.

But instead of responding with words, he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours for just a moment. His breath mingled with yours, the proximity making your heart race as your hands instinctively found their way to his coat, gripping the fabric as if to steady yourself.

He smiled a little, his thumb brushing over the roundness of your cheek as he whispered, "You're so cute."

Before you could react, his lips were on your cheek, pressing a soft, lingering kiss there. You froze, your heart hammering in your chest at the unexpected affection. Heeseung wasn't usually the type to kiss you like this, not out of nowhere and certainly not so gently, but here he was, holding your face in his hands like you were something precious.

He kissed your other cheek next, his lips warm against your cold skin, and you couldn't stop the way your heart fluttered, and your breath hitched as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was soft, adoring even, and for a moment, it felt like the cold world around you didn't exist—there was just the warmth of him, the quiet affection in his eyes, and the gentle way he held you.

"You forgot your mittens on purpose, didn't you?" he teased, his voice low and playful as his thumb continued to caress your cheeks. "So that I'd hold you."
You pouted slightly, the blush on your face deepening as you tried to deny it. 

"N-No... I didn't—"
But Heeseung's knowing smile cut you off. "Liar."

You couldn't help but smile shyly, your heart swelling at the rare softness in his voice. Heeseung wasn't usually one to show this kind of affection, but it made your heart soar when he did. His cold demeanour melted away in these moments, leaving behind the boy you'd known since childhood—the one who was always warm, even if he tried to hide it.

He leaned down again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Come on, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke, "Let's go. The others are waiting."

But as he pulled back, you caught the faintest hint of a smile lingering on his lips, a sign that, for once, he was in no rush to let go of you.

ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴖ̈

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