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MELTING ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG
genres! fluff, established relationship, song fic
word count! 280
warnings! slightly suggestive
playlist! melting by Kali Uchis
Lee Heeseung was heaven’s incarnate, you were sure of it. His divine aura had bewitched you from the very moment you laid eyes on him, his potency enshrouding all your senses every time he was near.
He melted you like ice cream basking in the warmth of the sun, like your favorite flavor of the soft frozen treat you craved the taste of his soft lips, like taking a bite from the crisp cone you desired the harsh pinch of his pearly whites on the skin of the space between your neck and shoulder, like layering your preferred toppings on the sweetened and flavored cream you lusted for the weight of his body on top of yours.
Heeseung was nothing short of a daydream, he was extraordinarily ethereal, you’d never met anyone who had been so blessed by the goddess well known for her love and beauty, he must’ve been Aphrodite’s favorite. His doe eyes the color of loamy soil, his plump lips a tinge of peony, his olive skin pure like he only ever bathed in the waters of a holy river, and wisps of feathery blond hair that framed his face like a renaissance painting exhibited in a museum, a place reserved for items of only the most incalculable value.
Your infatuation for this man was boundless, surely he had you under a love spell, the way his smile infallibly set your heart ablaze like a flame to a candle, blood rushing and insides turning inverted at his every saccharine utterance or touch, his laugh comparable to the melodies sung by the angels up above.
He was your deity, and you, his devout votary.
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LOVER ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG
genres! fluff, established relationship, song fic
word count! 550
playlist! lover by taylor swift
synopsis! in which Heeseung finally pops the big question
A soft giggle slips past your lips when your boyfriend twirls you back into his arms as you both fall in step once again, letting the rhythm control your movements.
The music on the mini-speaker played lowly throughout the apartment, the scent of gingerbread cookies and hot cocoa wafting through the air, with your arms around his neck and his hands finding solace on your waist.
The golden glow of the Christmas tree illuminates your dancing figures as you look up into his big brown eyes that shine with affection, his lips curled in a tender smile that flashes his pearly whites as his forehead rests against yours, and you wish to always be this close with your lover.
He places a gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek before whispering, “I have something for you,” his peppermint breath fanning your face.
“Early Christmas present?” you quip in a whisper of your own, the grin on your face growing bigger as you laugh inwardly.
He chuckles but doesn't respond and slides his hands down to your hips before gently pushing your body away.
Your heart skips a beat the very second he gets down on one knee, a quiet gasp escaping your lips when he pulls out a small red velvet box from the pocket of his plaid pajama pants, opening the top to reveal a diamond ring, you instantly recognize it as the one you couldn't stop admiring a few months ago in the jewelry store.
He looks up at you with those beautiful doe eyes of his, their deep brown rich and soft like chocolate, “I spent months trying to come up with the perfect speech for this moment, and every time I fell short on words.” he laughs, dropping his head for a second as tears begin to blur his vision.
You fared no better, eyes becoming glossy as your heart swelled with joy, you waited for his next words.
He looks up at you again with a tear streaming down his cheek and takes your hand in his, “All I know is that I love you, I love you today, I loved you yesterday and all the days before, I’ll love you tomorrow and every day after, I’ll love you forever.” He sniffs, wiping away the tear with his shoulder before he continues.
“I love you when you're sad, when you're happy, and even when you're angry. I love you when you’re stressed, I love you when you’re sleepy, I love you when you’re on your period and being kind of mean to me.”
You giggled at the last part, warm tears spilling down your cheeks.
“I love you the same no matter what version of yourself you are.” He plants a long and light kiss on the knuckles of your hand that he cups in his own.
“There’s a lot of things I could say but I wanna show you instead with this ring, so…” You can see him gulp nervously. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” you don’t waste a second, dropping to your knees so your face is level with his and cupping both his cheeks, his hands holding your midriff. “Of course, I'll marry you.”
He smiles, “Ok good, I was a little scared you would reject me like when I first asked you out.”
You roll your eyes, a grin adorning your face. “I love you too, Hesseung.” You respond before pressing your lips against his, pouring all your love into the kiss.
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UNDERSTAND ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG
genres! fluff, best friends to lovers, song fic
word count! 751
warnings! minor profanity
playlist! understand by keshi
synopsis! in which heeseung realizes he’s in love with his best friend at 2 am while eating ramen
“Heeseung?” your soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts. “Are you okay?”
He blinks, head jerking back gently in confusion as if he had just woken up from a daydream.
“Yeah, I'm good,” he says. “Just thinking.”
Your lips curl into a smile, watching him pinch the noodles between his chopsticks and shove them into his mouth which ended up being a bad decision since the ramen was still steaming hot, burning his bottom lip.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, dropping the utensils back into the bowl and pinching his lip.
You laugh. “Dummy, I just told you it's hot.”
He looks at you with a serious expression but you only laugh again, the way he pinches his lips forces them into a pout that you find incredibly endearing.
“Dude, that fucking burned,” he complains, voice altered from still clutching his bottom lip that’s starting to lose circulation due to his unnecessary tight grip.
“Did you try asking the soup to cool down?” you quip, a satisfied smirk on your face at your own lame joke.
“Hahaha, so funny,” he retorts with a roll of his eyes.
You decide to stop teasing him and grab two ice cubes from the freezer, dropping one into his soup. “Pro tip,” you simper with a wink. “It helps cool down your soup faster.”
You grab his wrist and move his hand away from his face with care, gently you bring the ice cube to his bottom lip, he flinches away at first but after a stern look from you, he gives in.
You rub the ice cube along his swollen lip with a tenderness that warms his entire body despite having direct physical contact with one of the coldest elements on Earth.
He watches you intently and he can't help but wonder if you've always been this pretty or if it's just the way the dim yellowish light from the oven reflected in your eyes and casts a soft glow on your features that's adding a certain kind of sentiment to this moment.
Though that wouldn't make any sense, he’s been with you like this plenty of times, these 2 am ramen meals were a regular occurrence in your friendship.
Friendship. When did he start to not like the sound of that?
But it wasn't like he had liked the sound of a relationship either. Did he?
Heeseung never wanted to fall in love, he was too scared, but a small part of him had always thought it would be worth the risk if it was with you.
You're the only one who understands him anyway, you never judged him for anything or made him feel bad for making mistakes, you alleviated his mind when he was overthinking, and you supported all his dreams.
Looking at you in this moment, he never felt more inspired to try it. He wondered if you would let him.
“Better?” you ask, taking the melting cube off his lip that had now shrunk in size and you discard the remainder of it in the sink.
“Not really,” he shrugs.
You sigh, a hand falling to your hip. “Heeseung, it couldn’t have burned that bad, stop being dramatic.”
“It did though,” he whines. “You don't understand.”
You scoff, “Of course I do, I eat ramen more than you.”
He turns away from you and you get the feeling he's not really talking about noodles, “No, you don't. You've always been braver than me so you don't understand.”
His tone is harsh and you know he's definitely not talking about the ramen anymore.
It was true you understood Heeseung in many ways but he was certain this was something you didn't understand about him.
“Heeseung,” you place a hand on his shoulder and gently force him to face you again.
You don't urge him to explain. You understand.
You always understand. Even when he thinks you don't.
“What?” his voice is soft and the slightest bit brittle.
Your palms meet the skin of his cheeks and in one quick motion, you kiss him. And he kisses you back.
His big hands hold onto your waist, his cold and swollen lips are too numb to feel your lips properly but he kisses you back as best as he can, pouring all his love into it, and he knows you'll understand.
Heeseung never thought the one for him would be so near but he was glad it was you because now it’s worth the risk, after all, you're the only one who understands.
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tw: blood
[11:41pm]
heeseung danced with you in the empty ball room, lips on yours. silently swaying left and right, while you got lost in a trance. your eyes opened once heeseung pulled away, making eye contact with you.
"i'm sorry." he whispered in a low voice, chills tingling down your spine. before you could question what he meant, you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen.
heeseung watched as you fell to the ground clutching your stomach. red pooling underneath you while he walked away without turning back.
it had to be done.