K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Heesung Enhypen - harass/kidnap

@ChinchillaNin here's your request hope you like it.
1300 words.

Heeseung always considered himself pretty grounded. He could read a room, a person, a vibe—call it instinct or idol training. That's why it started to bother him when Minji, the makeup artist who'd joined their team a few weeks ago, seemed just... too much.

It began small. A light touch on his shoulder when she greeted him. A laugh a little too loud when he made a casual joke. She complimented him often—his skin, his voice, even how he blinked once.

"Your lashes are unreal," she whispered one day, brushing concealer under his eyes. "You were born for cameras."

Heeseung gave a tight smile, trying to shift away subtly without making a scene. She always stood close. Too close.

At first, he told himself not to overthink it. Maybe she was just friendly. Maybe it was a noona thing. Maybe she didn't mean anything by it.

But as the days went on, the line between professionalism and obsession blurred. She showed up when she wasn't scheduled to do his makeup. She lingered backstage long after her job was done. She started bringing him snacks she claimed he liked—even though he never told her what he liked.

One afternoon during rehearsal, she appeared out of nowhere with a water bottle. "Don't forget to hydrate," she said, placing her hand on his chest while handing it to him.

He flinched. That time, he didn't hide it.

She just smiled. "Relax. You looked a little tired."

That night, Heeseung sat on his bed, staring at his phone. He started typing a message to Jay, then deleted it. He opened a chat with their manager. Deleted that, too.

What if I'm overreacting?
What if I make things worse?

So he said nothing.

But inside, the unease was growing.

~~~

The group had just finished filming behind-the-scenes content when Minji appeared again, like she always did lately—quiet, smiling, too familiar.

"Hey, Heeseung," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Could you help me carry something real quick? It's in my car. Just some equipment I need to return to storage."

He hesitated.

She smiled wider. "It'll take two minutes."

Heeseung looked around. No one was paying attention—Sunghoon and Ni-ki were joking around with staff, Jay was reviewing footage with the director. Their manager had stepped out.

Two minutes. It's fine.

He followed her.

They walked to the underground lot. The air down there was quiet and still—too still.

Her car beeped as she unlocked it. She opened the passenger door. "Could you just grab the case inside?"

Heeseung leaned in...

....and then everything flipped.

A sharp shove. The sound of a door slamming. A click. Lock.

"What the hell...?" Heeseung spun around in the car, panic rising instantly.

Minji got in the driver's seat, calm as ever. "I'm sorry. I just... I couldn't take it anymore."

"What are you doing?" His voice shook. "Let me out."

She didn't even look at him. Just started the engine. "You'll understand. You need time away from all of this. I'll keep you safe."

His heart slammed against his ribs. He reached for the door handle—locked. Window controls—disabled. He turned to shout but the world outside was blurring fast.