ᵉⁿʰʸᵖᵉⁿ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉˢ

𝟎𝟏𝟐. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞

Isabella had been feeling the telltale sign of a headache building throughout the long day at work. The stress of deadlines, meetings, and endless tasks had taken its toll, and now, as she stepped into her quiet apartment, the pain in her head was unbearable.

She let out a soft sigh of relief as she closed the door behind her, grateful for the solitude of her home. The dim light filtering through the window cast a calming low over the living room, where Heeseung was seated on the couch, lost in thought.

He looked up as Isabella entered, concern immediately etching itself into his features when he saw her pained expression on her face.

"Isabella, are you okay?" Heeseung asked, his voice filled with worry.

Isabella managed a weak smile, though the throbbing ache in her head made it difficult. "Just a headache," she replied, her voice strained.

Without another word, Heeseung rose from the couch and made his way over to Isabella. He gently took her hand and led her to the couch, guiding her to sit down beside him.

"Here, lay your head down," Heeseung said softly, patting his lap.

Isabella felt a wave of relief wash over her as she eased herself down, resting her head in the comforting warmth of Heeseung's lap. The soft fabric of his pants beneath her cheek provided a soothing cushion against her pounding head.

Heeseung's fingers gently threaded through her hair, his touch light and tender as he began to massage her scalp. Isabella let out a soft sigh of relief, feeing the tension slowly start to melt away under his skilled ministration.

The gentle rhythms of his fingers against her scalp was incredibly soothing, and Isabella couldn't help but close her eyes, allowing herself to relax completely into Heeseung's care.

As the minutes passed in a peaceful haze, Isabella felt the knot in her head begin to loosen. The warmth of Heeseung's lap, the comforting stroke of his fingers through her hair, all worked together to create a sense of calm and tranquility.

But then, as if one cue, a sharp pain shot through Isabella's head, causing her to wince and let out a small whimper.

Heeseung immediately stopped, his hand freezing in place. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Isabella shook her head, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. "No, it's just... it just hurts so much," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Heeseung's heart clenched at the sight of Isabella in pain. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips warm against her skin.

"I'm so sorry, Isabella," Heeseung murmured, his voice filled with regret.

Isabella felt tears spill over, the pain in her head becoming too much to bear. She buried her face deeper into Heeseung's lap, seeking solace in his comforting presence.

Heeseung wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as she cried. He whispered soothing words of comfort, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room.

"I'm here, Isabella. I've got you," Heeseung murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Isabella clung to him, her tears soaking into the fabric of his pants. In that moment, she felt a deep sense of gratitude for Heeseung, for his unwavering love and care.

After what felt like eternity, Isabella's tears finally subsided, leaving her feeling drained but oddly lighter. She lifted her head from Heeseung's lap, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of gratitude and love.

"Thank you, Heeseung," Isabella whispered, her voice laced with emotion.

Heeseung smiled tenderly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "Anything for you, Isabella," he replied, his voice soft.

And in that quiet moment, as they sat together in the peaceful glow of the living room, Isabella knew that she was truly loved. With Heeseung by her side, she felt safe, cared for, and infinitely cherished.