heeseung swears this is not him.

palms sweaty, rubbing nervously over his knees, toes curling inside his loubutins, a drop of sweat trickles down his nape- is it the weather or you-he wishes he knew the answer to that.

his eyes take in your mannerisms, the way you tuck loose stands of hair behind your ear, the way your fingers flip through the papers. he feels like a teenage boy all over again, and this feels more like a first date than his daughter's parent's teacher meeting.

— "papa," he feels little hands tug at his trousers, and thank god, that pulls me out of whatever spell your smile put on him when he had entered the room.

— "oh-yes, i'm sorry!" he fumbles, trying to blink out of his daydreams and composing himself. "what were you saying?"

— "i just wanted to talk about junhee's performance in class," you speak with utmost professionalism-your voice almost melts his heart. "she's a smart kid and a quick learner. although, she's shy and doesn't usually play or interact with other kids,"

junhee is not the most interactive kid and he knows that well. he would argue that she has inherited it from his late wife, but he knows his genes are no better.

there have been far too many instances of his little girl hiding behind his legs, clutching onto his trousers while looking up at him with her big adorable, pleading him to pick her up.

— "but we're working on it. right, sweetie?" your voice gets all his attention again, heart fluttering at just how easily you interact with his daughter.

— "yes!" and he can only smile at her enthusiasm when you poke the tip of her nose.

there's something about you that puts him at ease. your eyes are always gleaming with warmth and comfort- he met you barely an hour ago, by the way- your laughter brighter than the stars. he notices how every single kid enjoys being around you and how you always greet them with the sweetest smiles.

— "anything you would like to ask?" you're looking at him with those prettiest, most enchanting eyes and it's like his brain turns into a mush, words dying at the tip of his tongue.

— "and how have you been?" he mentally screams at himself for asking such a question. this is not him.

the heeseung from an hour ago was annoyed listening to his daughter ramble about you and now, he is foaming at the mouth at the mere thought of you.

— "i mean- i hope she is not giving you a hard time,"

— "no, definitely not. she's well behaved, polite, and very very sweet," he can hear junhee's giggles filling up the room at the compliments and gosh, he does not know if he can handle having both of you in the same room. "and also very cute,"

— "granny says i'm cute like papa!" junhee chimes with a toothy grin, sounding a little too proud at the comparison.

and you tilt your head adorably that, much to your unawareness, makes his heart skip a beat again. "is that so? well, your papa is cute too,"

you're quick to excuse yourself the next second to answer your call while his eyes are wide open, heart threatening to burst out of his chest, face heating up.

he only blinks back to reality when he feels jiyu's tiny hands tug at the sleeves of his shirt. "papa, your face is red,"

and he is so done for.