ENHYPEN x Reader

Heesung: long distance

The first time Y/N met Heeseung was purely accidental. She had just moved to Korea, her arms full of shopping bags as she tried to navigate the streets of Seoul. And then it happened—the collision. One second she was walking, and the next, she was staring at a dark purple stain spreading across her white blouse.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" A voice broke through the shock, and Y/N looked up to see a tall, wide-eyed boy with a smoothie cup in his hand, the liquid clearly no longer inside it. He immediately fumbled around for napkins, trying to blot the stain off her shirt.

"Seriously, it's okay," Y/N said, trying to keep her voice even despite the mess. She couldn't help but chuckle. She didn't know what else to do.

"No, no, it's not okay. I just ruined your top," he insisted, eyes scanning her shirt. "Please, let me make it up to you. I'll buy you a new one. And a coffee. Or tea, whatever you like." His voice was genuine, desperate almost, and Y/N could see the embarrassment written all over his face.

She raised an eyebrow. "A new top and coffee? Is this your way of picking up foreign girls?" she teased lightly.

Heeseung's eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head. "What? No! I promise, I'm not like that." He ran a hand through his hair nervously, which Y/N found endearing. "Really, I'm just... I'm just clumsy, and I feel bad. Please, let me make it up to you."

Y/N studied him for a moment before giving in with a sigh. "Alright, but only because I really want a coffee right now."

Heeseung flashed her a relieved smile. "Thank you. I promise, I'll make this right."

After replacing her shirt with a simple but cute blouse from a nearby boutique and getting them both iced coffees, they spent the rest of the afternoon together. Y/N couldn't help but notice how easy it was to talk to him, even though she didn't know anything about him beyond his name. He seemed... different. Different from the other boys she'd met so far. He asked her questions, genuinely curious about her life, and listened intently as she told him about her recent move to Korea.

"So, what do you do, Heeseung?" Y/N asked as they sat on a park bench, enjoying their coffees.

He paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. "Ah, well... I work in music, you could say."

"Music?" Y/N tilted her head. "Like in a band or something?"

"Sort of," he answered vaguely, a small smile playing on his lips.

At that moment, she didn't think much of it. They exchanged phone numbers before parting ways, and Y/N thought she might never see him again. But Heeseung was persistent. He texted her often, inviting her to explore different parts of Seoul, taking her to his favorite cafes, and even teaching her how to cook some Korean dishes.

It took weeks of casual hangouts before Y/N started to suspect that Heeseung might be someone more than just "a guy who worked in music." They were at a record store, and Y/N was commenting on how she loved the variety in Korean music when she asked, "Do you know anything about K-pop? I mean, it seems like it's... everywhere."

Heeseung's eyes flickered with an emotion she couldn't quite place. "Yeah, I know a thing or two," he said slowly.

"Oh yeah?" Y/N grinned. "You got any recommendations? I've heard a few songs here and there, but nothing specific."

Taking a deep breath, Heeseung decided it was time. "Well, actually... I'm in a K-pop group myself."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Wait, what? You're an idol?"

"Yeah." He looked at her cautiously, trying to gauge her reaction. "I'm in a group called ENHYPEN."

Y/N blinked, then shrugged. "That's cool."