𝓗eeseung³

Your life had grown complicated after your father arranged a marriage for you with the son of one of his colleagues, purely for influence. It felt like a punishment, especially since you knew Heeseung’s flirtatious side—a side you had never liked, even though you’d known him for years. But because of that arrangement, you now spent time with him out of “obligation.”

Tonight, he invited you to dinner, and you weren’t happy about it. You dressed carefully, keeping your emotions hidden, and went along. The dinner passed quietly, but the real complication came when it was time to leave. You wanted to go home alone, but Heeseung refused.

— I’m sick of your tantrums. If you don’t get in the car now, I’ll carry you there myself, he said firmly, daring you to resist.

You froze, unsure if he would really do it. When you continued to refuse, he acted swiftly, lifting you effortlessly onto his shoulder.

— Hey! Put me down! This is ridiculous! you protested, kicking your heels slightly in a small, playful tantrum.

— I told you, he muttered with a faint smirk, ignoring your little outburst.