Lee heeseung

Today, you were lying on the living room sofa, kicking your feet while giggling at memes on your phone, wearing his hoodie, hair tied up messily.

The door clicked open.

You didn’t look up.

Silence..........

Then suddenly—your phone was gone.

“Hey!” you sat up. “Give it back, Heeseung!”

He was standing in front of you, still in his coat, tie slightly loosened, holding your phone in one hand with a stern look on his face.

“You didn’t even look at me,” he said, voice flat. You glared. “Because I was watching something!”

“Exactly,” he said coolly, loosening his tie like he wasn’t currently kidnapping your phone. “Something that clearly matters more than your husband.”

You stood up, arms crossed. “That’s called entertainment. You should try it sometime, Mr. Workaholic.”

He tilted his head slightly. “I prefer real-life entertainment.”

You frowned. “That was a jab, wasn’t it?”

He smirked, walking past you, completely composed. “Come get your phone, then. Or don’t. Maybe this is your punishment.”

You stared after him. “What kind of villain arc is this?!”

He turned back just a little. “The kind where the villain wants his wife’s attention.”

You felt your cheeks heat up.

“...You could’ve just said that, you know,” you muttered.

He raised a brow. “Would you have looked up?”

You hesitated.

He chuckled softly. “Exactly.”

Later that night...

You were lying in bed with your arms folded dramatically. “Still haven’t given my phone back.”

Heeseung slid into bed beside you, calm as ever. “Still haven’t earned it.”

You turned toward him with a fake pout. “Fine. Then I’m ignoring you now.”

He turned to face you too, voice low. “Then I guess I’ll just have to make you stop ignoring me.”

You blinked. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

He leaned closer, smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. You’ll be too flustered to remember what a phone even is.”