Lee Heesung Scenarios - Tumblr Posts
6:27 AM ( ACHE )
lee heesung x reader
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It’s cold, the wind breaking through your jacket and making you shiver as you stand in place. It feels kind of surreal, in a way, that you’re seeing Heesung after so long.
Your boyfriend had gone off to study a semester in Europe — an opportunity you’d told him he couldn’t let pass. It’s not every day that you get a scholarship to travel to one of the most beautiful places in the world.
Was it London? Or Amsterdam? Maybe Paris; you’re forgetting. Heesung had seemed to be in a different city every time he sent you pictures and, like, you understand Europe is tiny, but the pictures with the Buckingham Palace one day, and the Eiffel Tower the next sort of were whiplash-worth-it.
It doesn’t matter anymore, because the sun is rising and the cold is numbing but you’re minutes away from seeing the love of your life again. After months of seeing him through a screen, it feels surreal that you’ll actually be able to jump into his arms and kiss him senseless — and, honestly, you’re planning on doing exactly that.
“Landed: Flight 285,” the automatic voice of the airport speakers ricochets inside your brain like it were an echoing chamber, and you start shaking your leg in place as you know, now, that you’re merely minutes away from your Heesung.
Your phone rings, and you stumble to answer it as soon as the contact picture of Heesung’s face shows up on screen. Your fingers feel like butter, and you answer with a deep breath and excitement bubbling through your throat.
“Baby, hi,” you say.
He laughs. “You sound so tired. Are you here? I just finished getting my bags.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m waiting.” The excitement is too much now, and you feel your heart beating out of your chest as you start trying to recognize his face in the crowd of people. “I brought your car.”
“My car? Now, who told you you could drive it?”
“It has a bigger trunk!” You exclaim, and then your eyes settle on a sight: a boy, tall and lanky and beautiful, wearing that godly awful green and beige plaid shirt and sweatpants. He’s looking for something in his carry-on bag, phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear.
He laughs. “Your mom has a bigger trunk—“
“Heesung,” you interrupt.
“What?”
With a grin, moving through the crowds of people, you warn:” Get ready.”
He makes a noise of confusion, but you’re already running and heading straight into his arms. He must hear your footsteps, because he looks up and the grin that appears on his face is lovely — dazzling, gorgeous, so goddamn relieving to see in person again.
Within seconds, you’re slamming into him and he’s picked you up — bags be damned — to spin you in place as he laughs loudly. You can’t help yourself, laughing along and clinging to him like your life depends on it. It surely feels like it does.
“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you,” he keeps repeating. You just cling tight until he lets you down.
You two are sort of causing a scene, but you don’t care. At this point, all you care about is his lips pressed to yours, so you ignore the cold biting at your nose and the lack of sleep from both of you, and with your hands clasped around his neck, you get on your tip-toes to connect your lips.
For the first time in six months — and, God, it feels like coming home.
It’s not so much of a kiss as it is a touch of lips, interrupted by Heesung’s bright smile that, in turn, makes you smile too. And now you’re both grinning into each other’s mouths, which causes you to giggle even more. You rest your head on his shoulder, leaving kisses on his neck.
Heesung pulls you closer to him, and you tell him: “I missed you so badly it was starting to ache.”
“I think, for me, it started to ache when I got into that plane the very first night,” he replies.
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