lee heeseung. 007

heeseung and you were sitting at your favorite diner, the neon lights casting a soft glow over your booth. you had ordered a huge plate of fries, but after a few bites, you felt full. with a sigh, you pushed the plate aside, a little defeated.

heeseung glanced at your plate, then back at you. "done?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"yeah, i can't finish it," you said, giving him a small smile.

without missing a beat, he picked up your plate and started munching on the fries. "lucky me," he grinned, the crumbs from the fried potatoes dusting his lips.

you laughed, watching him. "you always eat my leftovers," you teased.

he shrugged, still eating. "i don’t mind. you’re just helping me stay full," he said with a wink. it wasn’t the first time he’d done this—whenever you got full, he was always there to finish whatever you couldn’t.

you found it cute, in a way. he was never bothered by it, always so eager to eat whatever you left behind. sometimes you’d even give him your food just to see him happily devour it.

"you’re kind of a human vacuum," you joked, poking him in the side.

heeseung grinned, finishing the last of the fries. "i prefer 'helpful.'"

you shook your head but couldn’t hide your smile. maybe it wasn’t grand or romantic, but this — this little thing he did — was one of the reasons you loved him. it was simple, sweet, and definitely cute.