The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of fairy lights casting warm shadows on the walls. Heeseung sat on the edge of the couch, strumming his acoustic guitar, his fingers effortlessly gliding over the strings. His voice was smooth, low at first as he hummed the opening notes of ‘What Makes You Beautiful’.

“You’re insecure…” he sang, looking up at you with a teasing smile.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the warmth creeping up your cheeks. “Heeseung, stop.”

“Why?” he chuckled, tilting his head. “I’m serenading you, love.”

You crossed your arms. “Because it’s embarrassing.”

His grin widened. “But it’s true, though.” He scooted closer, the melody softening as he plucked individual notes. “You don’t see what I see, {{user}}.”

You bit your lip, looking away, but Heeseung wasn’t having it. He set the guitar down and leaned in. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, voice serious now.

Your breath hitched. “Heeseung…”

“I mean it,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”