💌 Genre: Fluff, domestic slice-of-life, established relationship, teasing romance, soft bf! Heeseung.
💌 Inspired by May 13 / “Main Tera” Trend. A romantic South Asian trend based on the “Main Tera” lyric from Kalank, where people dedicate edits/posts to loved ones to express “I’m yours” in a soft, devoted way.
Hi everyone! This is my first time posting a story in this kind of Bollywood-inspired style, titled “I Am Yours”. I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was inspired by the beautiful May 13 “Main Tera” trend, so I wanted to dedicate this soft, romantic piece to that feeling of belonging and love.🦢
The apartment smelled like cardamom chai and rain.
You stood on your tiptoes near the kitchen shelf, trying to reach the tin box Heeseung had hidden on the highest rack for “special occasions,” which was really just his excuse to stop you from finishing the cookies in one day.
“Baby,” his voice drawled from behind you, amused already, “are you trying to break your neck before dinner?”
You gasped softly when warm hands settled around your waist. Before you could protest, he effortlessly lifted you off the floor like you weighed nothing.
“That is cheating,” you muttered, grabbing the tin anyway.
“No,” Heeseung said, pressing his chin on your shoulder, “this is called marrying a tall man.”
You turned your head to glare at him, but it failed immediately when he smiled—that stupid soft smile that made his eyes disappear into crescents.
Outside, thunder rumbled faintly against the evening sky. Inside, your shared apartment glowed golden under warm kitchen lights.
Your phone had been full of edits and reels all day. Couples posting Main Tera Kalank audios with dramatic captions, people dedicating lines to their lovers like the whole world had collectively decided to become poets overnight.
You’d sent one to Heeseung earlier with twenty crying emojis.
Which was ridiculous considering he was currently hugging you from behind like a clingy cat while you opened the cookie tin.
“You called me corny,” you reminded him accusingly.
“You’re literally attached to me right now.”
You huffed, trying not to smile. “You’re impossible.”
Heeseung finally let you down, but not before sneaking a kiss against your cheek. “Still married me though.”
“We’re not actually married.”
Then he reached over to the dish rack, grabbed one of the metal rings used for sealing snack packets, and slid it onto your finger with utmost seriousness.
“There,” he said. “Problem solved.”
Then burst into laughter.
Heeseung looked entirely pleased with himself. “Now stop stealing my cookies, wife.”
“Your cookies?” you repeated in disbelief. “I baked them!”
“Exactly. You baked them for me.”
He stole a cookie anyway.
You narrowed your eyes. “You know, everyone’s posting romantic May 13 dedications and meanwhile my boyfriend is fighting me over baked goods.”
“Boyfriend?” Heeseung repeated slowly, pretending to look offended. “After I proposed too?”
He grinned and leaned against the counter while watching you make tea. Domestic moments with him always felt strangely cinematic in the smallest ways—his hoodie hanging off one shoulder, wet hair from his shower still soft and messy, the way he watched you like you were his favorite thing in every room.
“You know what the trend reminds me of?” you asked quietly.
You stirred the tea absentmindedly. “That line. Main tera… Like loving someone so much you become part of them.”
For once, Heeseung didn’t tease immediately.
His expression softened instead.
The kind that always made your chest ache.
He walked over slowly until you were trapped between him and the counter, his hands resting on either side of you.
“You think too deeply about TikTok trends,” he murmured.
“You’re avoiding the conversation.”
He flicked your forehead lightly. “Brat.”
Then quieter, he said, “I don’t think love is becoming part of someone.”
Heeseung tucked a strand of hair behind your ear carefully, thumb lingering against your cheek.
“I think it’s…” He hesitated, rare shyness slipping through. “Wanting to come home to the same person every day.”
Your heart betrayed you immediately.
He noticed too, because his lips curved smugly.
“There it is,” he whispered. “That look.”
“The one where you fall in love with me again.”
You rolled your eyes hard to hide your smile. “You’re unbelievably cocky.”
He leaned down just enough for your noses to brush.
The rain outside grew heavier, tapping softly against the windows while your tea steamed between you forgotten.
Then Heeseung suddenly started humming.
He grinned against your skin, voice low and playful as he sang the line dramatically near your ear.
You shoved his shoulder immediately, already laughing.
“Oh now you like the trend?”
“I never said I didn’t.” He wrapped his arms around your waist again. “I just like seeing you get shy.”
“Baby, you can’t even look at me right now.”
Which only made him laugh softly before kissing your forehead with all the tenderness in the world.
Heeseung’s voice softened as he pulled you closer, whispering against your skin,
“Musafir main bhatka, tu mera basera… main tera, main tera.”
“I was a wanderer lost in the world, but you are my home… I am yours, I am yours.”
And somehow, standing barefoot in your tiny kitchen with tea getting cold and rain outside and Heeseung smiling at you like you were home itself—
it felt more romantic than every trend on the internet combined.
