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•~ #HEESEUNG ☆ Lee Heeseung and y/n had once moved through life like two halves of the same breath soft, warm, easy. Their shared apartment was small, but laughter had filled every corner, clinging to its walls like sunlight refusing to fade. But life had a way of wearing people thin. It began softly, almost politely. Little stresses from work, sleepless nights, a growing heaviness neither could name. They mistook the heaviness as distance. They mistook exhaustion as loss of interest. And slowly, quietly, they mistook their weariness of life for weariness of each other. Heeseung started coming home later, lingering outside the apartment door as if gathering courage to step in. y/n began waking up earlier, spending more time in cafés just to avoid the quiet tension of the space they once loved. Their touches became rare, then accidental, then avoided altogether. It happened so gradually they didn’t notice when warmth turned into cold. Arguments sprouted from nowhere. Over dishes left in the sink, over the temperature of the shower water, over how loudly one breathed while brushing teeth. Fights that once ended in laughter now ended in closed doors and long, aching silences. One night, they argued over something so small neither remembered what it was. Voices rose, sharp and brittle, bouncing against the apartment walls. Heeseung’s hand trembled~ y/n’s eyes burned. The world felt like it was unraveling stitch by stitch. Finally, silence fell heavy, suffocating. Heeseung sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. y/n stood by the kitchen counter, feeling her heartbeat throb painfully in her chest. “Why are we like this?” she whispered, but the question wasn’t meant to accuse; it was meant to understand. Heeseung lifted his head. His eyes were tired, far too tired for someone his age. “I don’t know,” he said softly. “I just… feel so overwhelmed. All the time. And I don’t know how to talk about it without sounding like I’m failing.” Her breath caught, not because of what he said, but because she felt the same. “You’re not failing,” she said. “I thought… I thought you stopped caring. I thought I wasn’t enough anymore.” He flinched. “No. God, no. Y/n, I’m just tired. Not of you. Of everything else.” The truth sat between them, simple and devastating. They had both been drowning, believing the other was the weight pulling them down, when really they were each other’s only lifeline. y/n walked to him slowly, as if approaching something fragile. She sat beside him, close but not touching, afraid to startle the moment. Heeseung glanced at her, eyes uncertain. “Do you still…?” He couldn’t finish. She reached for his hand hesitant, hopeful. “Yes. I never stopped.” The breath he released trembled. He leaned his forehead against hers, and for the first time in weeks, the apartment felt warm again. Their fingers intertwined instinctively, like they remembered what their hearts had temporarily forgotten. “We’re tired,” y/n murmured. “Not broken. And not done.” He nodded. “Then… let’s rest together for a while. Instead of fighting alone.” The shift was small, but it was everything. They didn’t magically fix all their problems that night. But they talked really talked until the sky turned pale and the world softened around them. They cried softly, apologized honestly, and held onto each other like a promise. The apartment didn’t feel suffocating anymore. It felt like home again. Because they remembered tired hearts can still love deeply. And sometimes, love isn’t about feeling light, sometimes it’s about choosing to stay when life feels unbearably heavy. And they chose each other. Every time. #leeheseung #enhypen #fanfiction
•~ #HEESEUNG ☆ Lee Heeseung and y/n had once moved through life like two halves of the same breath soft, warm, easy. Their shared apartment was small, but laughter had filled every corner, clinging to its walls like sunlight refusing to fade. But life had a way of wearing people thin. It began softly, almost politely. Little stresses from work, sleepless nights, a growing heaviness neither could name. They mistook the heaviness as distance. They mistook exhaustion as loss of interest. And slowly, quietly, they mistook their weariness of life for weariness of each other. Heeseung started coming home later, lingering outside the apartment door as if gathering courage to step in. y/n began waking up earlier, spending more time in cafés just to avoid the quiet tension of the space they once loved. Their touches became rare, then accidental, then avoided altogether. It happened so gradually they didn’t notice when warmth turned into cold. Arguments sprouted from nowhere. Over dishes left in the sink, over the temperature of the shower water, over how loudly one breathed while brushing teeth. Fights that once ended in laughter now ended in closed doors and long, aching silences. One night, they argued over something so small neither remembered what it was. Voices rose, sharp and brittle, bouncing against the apartment walls. Heeseung’s hand trembled~ y/n’s eyes burned. The world felt like it was unraveling stitch by stitch. Finally, silence fell heavy, suffocating. Heeseung sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. y/n stood by the kitchen counter, feeling her heartbeat throb painfully in her chest. “Why are we like this?” she whispered, but the question wasn’t meant to accuse; it was meant to understand. Heeseung lifted his head. His eyes were tired, far too tired for someone his age. “I don’t know,” he said softly. “I just… feel so overwhelmed. All the time. And I don’t know how to talk about it without sounding like I’m failing.” Her breath caught, not because of what he said, but because she felt the same. “You’re not failing,” she said. “I thought… I thought you stopped caring. I thought I wasn’t enough anymore.” He flinched. “No. God, no. Y/n, I’m just tired. Not of you. Of everything else.” The truth sat between them, simple and devastating. They had both been drowning, believing the other was the weight pulling them down, when really they were each other’s only lifeline. y/n walked to him slowly, as if approaching something fragile. She sat beside him, close but not touching, afraid to startle the moment. Heeseung glanced at her, eyes uncertain. “Do you still…?” He couldn’t finish. She reached for his hand hesitant, hopeful. “Yes. I never stopped.” The breath he released trembled. He leaned his forehead against hers, and for the first time in weeks, the apartment felt warm again. Their fingers intertwined instinctively, like they remembered what their hearts had temporarily forgotten. “We’re tired,” y/n murmured. “Not broken. And not done.” He nodded. “Then… let’s rest together for a while. Instead of fighting alone.” The shift was small, but it was everything. They didn’t magically fix all their problems that night. But they talked really talked until the sky turned pale and the world softened around them. They cried softly, apologized honestly, and held onto each other like a promise. The apartment didn’t feel suffocating anymore. It felt like home again. Because they remembered tired hearts can still love deeply. And sometimes, love isn’t about feeling light, sometimes it’s about choosing to stay when life feels unbearably heavy. And they chose each other. Every time. #leeheseung #enhypen #fanfiction

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