In A Relationship With Enhypen Heeseung

3 | Can I Ask You A Question

"Come on, he can't be that bad!"

Shua hugged me from behind as I tried to cut fruits for us. "I never said Heesung Sunbae is bad. I just said that it's going to be all about him, and that's pissing me off. I'm not a toy to be played with. All the staff members took me as a joke," I grumbled.

It was sunday morning, days after that horrific first meeting, but I was still stuck there. Humiliation was an understatement of the year to describe what I felt that day. I cried the whole night, feeling so worthless, so low. I would never forgive them for making me feel this way. Not even Heesung. Because he did play along.

The door bell rang. Shua groaned. "It better not be our manager. We still have half an hour before the practice session." The 31st December ceremony was going to happen next week, and we were supposed to perform which was a good thing of course, but exhausting too.

I went to open the door to tell the manager off, but whatever I was going to say got stuck into my throat when I saw Heesung on the other side of the door. And, there were cameras around us again. What the fucking fuck!

I looked left and right, and realised I was wearing a casual dress, my hair in a messy bun and little to no make up on my face. Since we only had practices, I didn't put a lot of efforts in my appearance, and this was the second time they had caught me off guard like this. God. What did I even sign up for?

"Unnie. Who is there?" Shua's footsteps could be heard from where I was standing.

"Here." Heesung pushed the flower bouquet in my direction, and my eyes widened as I pushed away flowers from my face, making him stumble back.

"Shua, stay back!" I almost yelled, and glanced over my shoulder to see her stopping mid way. Her mouth fell open to see so many cameras outside the dorm. "Flowers. Stay back." She was allergic to pollens. It was a severe allergy. We couldn't risk it.

Shua nodded. Then I took a deep breath and turned to see Heesung staring at me startled. Fuck. Cameras. I looked at PD-nim, my head turning to all of the sides, trying to figure out how to redeem my actions. "My group leader is severely allergic to pollens. I'm really sorry." I bowed deeply to all of them.

"It's okay." Heesung stepped forward. "I'm sorry for startling you."

"You're making it a habit Sunbae." I tried to be coy, but he got my meaning. They wouldn't have done this with other idols. You know what? Fuck all of them. "I would like a little bit of warning." I faked a laugh, and opened the door for them.

"You're looking pretty, Hayun." I stopped, and looked over at Heesung. Was that on script? I wondered. "If surprise visits will give me a glimpse of this natural you, I would keep surprising you."

"Do you mean I'm fake?" I raised my eyes, and chuckled at his panicked face. "I'm joking. I'll love to surprise you someday too, Sunbae. Take a seat." I gestured him towards the couch, and the staff adjusted themselves around us.

I had no idea what we were supposed to do today, so like an awkward bean, I kept standing, shifting my weight from one foot to another. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No. I'm here for getting to know you." Heesung gestured me to sit.

"There's nothing to know much about me." I smiled tightly, and sat on the opposite side of him, but he shook his head and signaled me to come beside him. "Okay," I mumbled and sat with him.

Our knees almost touched, and I blinked. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, so I tried to shift but his hand on my arm stopped me. My startled eyes met his, and I swallowed hard. What was going on? What were they trying to get from me today?

"You threw flowers, so..." Heesung looked around and then saw a paper on the table. He folded it to a flower shape, and I froze in my place when he got off the couch, and sat on his knee. "I want to ask you out officially. Park Hayun, will you go on these thirty dates with me?"

I stared down to him, and pushed myself to smile again. This time shyly. Editor's job was to make us look good. Make something up which wasn't there. They could do what I couldn't. "Of course, sunbae."

"When will I be promoted to oppa?" He joked, and the staff let out a few chuckles.

Never, I wanted to reply, but didn't. Instead I covered my face with hands as if I was embarrassed, shy, when I wanted to kill everyone here in this room. I looked ugly compared to Heesung. People already hated me for my plain visuals, and these random unpredictable meetings were pushing me down in more than one way.

After this cliche drama, the staff started clearing the scene. My company had given them a permission to do whatever they could. We, small people, didn't have much say in these things. It was a privilege to be even paired with Enhypen Heesung, I knew. I also knew that my group was going to be benifited a lot from this show, but the resentment of the treatment left a bitter taste on my tongue.

Ae-Cha or Beomgyu never got these kind of scenes. They both were well protected. I was not.

"Heesung, try to make her hair. It'll be taken as behind the scenes shot." The staff member instructed.

Yep. So that fans would think that there was a lot of footage that wasn't airing because of toxicity, that there was genuinely something going on between us. They would start obsessing over the ongoing scenes more that way. I knew how the industry worked. More secrecy you pretended to have. More people would show interest in it.

"Turn around." Heesung scanned my face carefully as if gauging my reaction. I didn't give him any. He was my senior in every way. Last time was a mistake which shouldn't be repeated.

I turned to see the glass window, and he slowly took off the clip holding my long hair in a bun. His slow breathing behind made me very conscious of his presence. My hair rolled down in waves, and I saw his reflection in the glass. His eyes met mine there, and I sucked in a sharp breath when his hand ghosted over my skin as he ran his fingers through my hair gently.

"Is it okay?" Heesung whispered. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"You don't really care about that," I muttered under my breath, and his fingers stopped. "Sunbae, I'm sorry but can you please please tell me before coming?" I whispered.

"Your company knows the schedule-"

"They're not allowed to tell me anything, and they're taking the clause very seriously. I promise I'll act surprise. I swear." I was desperate. My eyes stayed connected to his on the glass reflection and I acted as if I'm untangling my hair before holding on to his finger. "I look ugly in every footage up until now. I really really need to step up my game-"

"You're naturally pretty -"

"I'm not." I turned to face him and my nose bumped against his. My eyes popped out in shock. I had underestimated how close he was sitting to me. I turned away immediately. "Sorry."

Heesung cleared his throat. "Pretend to give me a thank you note. Write your number. I'll text you a warning next time."

I bit my smile. "Thank you."

"Anything to scam these people. It's no problem at all." He struggled to make a pony tail, and I couldn't hold back my laughter. "It's nice to see you smiling."

"You'll see my smile a lot if filming went well." I shifted away before turning to face him. "Thank you in advance for all the help you're going to give me. Sunbae, I really have to survive this to keep my group afloat. I really can't afford this show to be your legacy and my downfall."

Heesung gave me his hand, and I frowned before shaking it. "I promise. I'll do whatever I can."

It seemed too good to be true, but I had no choice other than trusting him.