Enhypen Imagines

Giggly Promises | L.Hs

Requested by Anonymous

The music blasted out in the practice room as the mirrors fogged over. You had been at it for hours, and for what? Some stupid showcase at school that wasn't even that important after all.

So much work for no more than three minutes on stage. But yet, you kept practicing over and over again. To you, it had to be absolutely perfect. Flawless. After the showcase not one person should be able to point out a mistake about the dance you had choreographed yourself.

Could you have made the choreography less difficult? Yes. Could you have made it less physically demanding? Heck yeah you could. Did you do it? Not a freaking chance.

Your body was aching and lungs were burning as you danced the dance over and over again, from start to end, right after each other. When the song ended it would start again and you would just dance from the start.

There was no attention paid to anything but the moves you kept going over in your mind. You didn't even pay attention to your own body's needs. You didn't realized how it was aching everywhere everytime you moved, nor did you pay attention to how your lungs was fighting to keep you breathing. You didn't even spare your phone a single thought.

Your phone wasn't even in your bubble of attention despite it going off several times within just one minute. The loud vibrations and ringtone, you had promised your boyfriend would be on, echoed out in the practice room. But it was all drowned out by your loud music.

So since you were so much in your own bubble, ignoring everything around you, you didn't even realize the presence that sneaked into the practice room you had for the day, just watching you quietly.

A small smile stayed on his face as he watched you. His arms crossed over his chest, recalling the small scolding he had given you last night about taking proper care of yourself. Yet you were here again, not doing anything of what you had promised him.

The music abruptly cut off when Heeseung had walked over and turned off the music. At first you didn't notice, it was first when you realized you had no beat to dance to. In confusion you whipped around to look at the stereo, momentarily making yourself dizzy from the exhaustment.

"I knew it," Heeseung commented and you just looked at him with a puzzled look.

"When did you get here?" you questioned in confusion, blinking a few times. Trying to play off the fact that you did absolutely nothing of what he had asked of you.

"About half an hour ago," Heeseung casually shrugged before crossing his arms and looking at you with a stern look, "you have some explaining to do missy."

"Not now, I don't have time," you sighed and turned back to the mirrors, quietly beginning to mark the movements of the dance.

You didn't get to mark much of the dance before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your sweaty and sticky figure.

"Let go, I'm disgusting," you tried prying Heeseung's hands off of you as he just held even tighter onto you.

"I do not care," Heeseung let out a small laugh as he just held even more onto you, "now you explain why you keep practicing this much when yesterday you admitted how much you were aching in your muscles, and how tired you were because of practicing so much."

"It needs to be perfect," you reminded him and if only the mirrors were less fogged up you would see the pout on Heeseung's face when he rested his chin on your shoulder, "you promised not to overwork yourself, baby... just like I promised you to not overwork yourself. Can't we just keep this promise?"

"It's just this once," you reminded him with a sigh.

Within a second Heeseung had turned you around and held you out in arms length by your shoulders. His stare on you were quite stern and serious compared to the small giggly toddler he secretly was deep inside.

"Yah, I'm asking this of you because I don't want my significant other to go around and hurt themself because of some stupid showcase," he complained as you just looked at him with absolutely no emotion and reaction, "you get what I am saying?"

"I do..." you quietly murmured and he snorted at you before simply shaking his head.

"So what is gonna happen right now is; one, listen very closely to what I am saying. Two; we're gonna go out and eat a big meal together once I've scolded you enough," he let out a small laugh before you quietly began smiling at him, "because I know you haven't been eating properly for a long time and it shows, and it's making me worried and-"

"Can you hurry I want cuddles and food?" you interrupted and he just nodded before he bit his smile back and got his stern look again.

"From now on you're not gonna practice on that dance for one minute longer, and if I catch you doing it, then you'll be punished with cuddles," he sternly spoke and a small smile spread on your face, "now go get food."

"Hold on... let me just," you excused and stepped out of his grip before dancing a small part of your dance.

Not even skipping a beat Heeseung rushed over and tackled you to the ground in a tight hug. He rolled over on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him, your head immediately finding rest on his chest as he did so.

"Looks like I'll have to cuddle you for at least an hour before we proceed and get some food," Heeseung sighed as he ran a thumb over your cheek, softly carressing it.

"Oh no... what a shame," you sarcastically commented as he simply let out a small laugh at you.

He knew this was going to happen the moment he mentioned cuddles. He was very well aware of how much you loved his hugs and affection. However, did he regret it? Nope, not one bit. He moreso LOVED it.